There was dancing and singing; with fathers and mothers, grandmothers and toddlers, and lonely single women, all enjoying themselves together, while the hostess was everywhere with a smile and outstretched hand, the animating spirit of the whole.
The behavior was perfect, and one secretly blushed to think how rudeness had been feared and a policeman suggested, even, to keep order!
But “that is another story.”
I would only say in conclusion that in doing something like this-so greatly needed in Cambridge-you will have a work which will interest you more and more — an investment not wholly of the earth, earthy, while you live.
And when at last you are called to a “house not made with hands,” the blessings and prayers that will hover around you from homes you have uplifted, and children you have saved from crime and misery, will be like wings of angels beneath your fainting, sinking spirit.