"They _are_," she laughed. "They use them for ornaments. But _that_ doesn"t matter. It makes them happy just to look at them."
We all laughed.
"And yet," she continued, "they _do_ play with them, sometimes, after all. There is a little girl up the bay who _has kissed the paint off her dolly_!"
Thus and all the time, in storm and sunshine, summer and winter weather, Grenfell of the Deep-sea Mission goes about doing good; if it"s not in a boat, it"s in a dog-sled. He is what he likes to call "a Christian man." But he is also a hero--at once the bravest and the most beneficently useful man I know. If he regrets his isolation, if the hardship of the life sometimes oppresses him, no man knows it. He does much, but there is much more to do. If the good people of the world would but give a little more of what they have so abundantly--and if they could but know the need, they would surely do that--joy might be multiplied on that coast; nor would any man be wronged by misguided charity.
"What a man does for the love of G.o.d," the doctor once said, "he does differently."