Boozer put his face close to that of Little Jean and held out his paw to the discouraged boy. You see when you live your life at the Self Masters you sense the inner thought of broken men. Boozer--who knows no other life--understands the heart of the discouraged. I did not interrupt the two friends, but turned back to the house. * * * * * "What can you ever do to help poor Little Jean?" a visitor asked me. "There seems to be no position in the world for him. What can you do for him?" "I don't see much chance," I replied, distrusting for the moment that Divine Guidance that never fails. It was only two days after Big Jean had left us that a kindly old lady called at the Colony. She wanted a boy who would take good care of her horses, and drive her and her husband back and forth from her home to the railway station. "I want a boy who loves animals," she said. So Little Jean has his place in the world--like you and I if we can only find it.... * * * * * ... Xmas Day Big Jean brought four big pies which he had cooked especially for the Self Masters' dinner. And Little Jean brought his Xmas present--all neatly tied up in a box bedecked with pink ribbons--a pound of meat for Boozer. [Illustration] [Illustration: Self Master Print. Union, Union Co. New Jersey.] * * * * * Transcriber's Notes: Italics and underlining indicated by _ markings Obvious printing errors repaired Alternate and idiosyncratic spellings retained as printed Example p. 49: Retained archaic spelling of sacrefice as printed Retained inconsistent hyphenation as printed End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of My Monks of Vagabondia, by Andress Floyd