u it made my flesh creep.

"Well, we stood there, me and Mary, strainin' our eyes tryin' to see
into the dark corners, and all at once the meanin' of it come over me
like a flash: _Harvey was a miser!_"

Aunt Jane stopped, took off her glasses and polished them on the hem
of her gingham apron. I sat holding my breath; but, all regardless of
my suspense, she dropped the thread of the story and followed memory
in one of her capricious backward flights.

"I ricollect a sermon I heard when I was a gyirl," she said. "It ain't
often, I reckon, that a sermon makes much impression on a gyirl's
mind. But this wasn't any ordinary sermon or any ordinary preacher.
Presbytery met in town that year, and all the big preachers in the
state was there. Some of 'em come out and preached to the country
churches, and old Dr. Samuel Chalmers Morse preached at Goshen. He was
one o' the biggest men in the Presbytery, and I ricollect his looks as
plain as I ricollect his sermon. Some preachers look jest like other
men, and you can tell the minute you set eyes on 'em that they ain't
any wiser or any better than common folks. But Dr. Morse wasn't that
kind.

"You know the Bible tells about people walkin' with God and talkin'
with God. It says Enoch walked with God, and Adam talked with Him.
Some folks might find that hard to believe, but it seems jest as
natural to me. Why many a time I've been in my gyarden when the sun's
gone down, and it ain't quite time for the moon to come up, and the
dew's fallin' and the flowers smellin' sweet, and I've set down in the
summer-house and looked up at the stars; and if I'd heard a voice from
heaven it wouldn't 'a' been a bit stranger to me than the blowin' of
the wind.

"The minute I saw Dr. Morse I thought about Adam and Enoch, and I said
to myself, 'He looks like a man that's walked with God and talked with
God.'

"I didn't look at the people's hats and bonnets that day half as much
as I usually did, and part of that sermon stayed by me all my life. He
preached about Nebuchadnezzar and the image he saw in his dream with
the head of gold and the feet of clay. And he said that every human
being was like that image; there was gold and there was clay in every
one of us. Part of us was human and part was divine. Part of us was
earthly like the clay, and part heavenly like the gold. And he said
that in some folks you couldn't see anything but the clay, but that
the gold was there, and if you looked long e