--I don't like the word tolerant,--the Master said.--As long as the Lord can tolerate me I think I can stand my fellow-creatures. Philosophically, I love 'em all; empirically, I don't think I am very fond of all of 'em. It depends on how you look at a man or a woman. Come here, Youngster, will you? he said to That Boy. The Boy was trying to catch a blue-bottle to add to his collection, and was indisposed to give up the chase; but he presently saw that the Master had taken out a small coin and laid it on the table, and felt himself drawn in that direction. Read that,--said the Master. U-n-i-ni United States of America 5 cents. The Master turned the coin over. Now read that. In God is our t-r-u-s-t--trust. 1869. --Is that the same piece of money as the other one? --There ain't any other one,--said the Boy, there ain't but one, but it's got two sides to it with different reading. --That 's it, that 's it,--said the Master,--two sides to everybody, as there are to that piece of money. I've seen an old woman that wouldn't fetch five cents if you should put her up for sale at public auction; and yet come to read the other side of her, she had a trust in God Almighty that was like the bow anchor of a three-decker. It's faith in something and enthusiasm for something that makes a life worth looking at. I don't think your ant-eating specialist, with his sharp nose and pin-head eyes, is the best every-day companion; but any man who knows one thing well is worth listening to for once; and if you are of the large-brained variety of the race, and want to fill out your programme of the Order of Things in a systematic and exhaustive way, and get all the half-notes and flats and sharps of humanity into your scale, you'd a great deal better shut your front door and open your two side ones when you come across a fellow that has made a real business of doing anything. --That Boy stood all this time looking hard at the five-cent piece. --Take it,--said the Master, with a good-natured smile. --The Boy made a snatch at it and was off for the purpose of investing it. --A child naturally snaps at a thing as a dog does at his meat,--said the Master.--If you think of it, we've all been quadrupeds. A child that can only crawl has all the instincts of a four-footed beast. It carries things in its mouth just as cats and dogs do. I've seen the little brutes do it over and over again. I suppose a good many children would stay quadrupeds all their lives, if they didn't learn the trick of walking on their hind legs from seeing all the grown people walking in that way. --Do you accept Mr. Darwin's notions about the origin of the race?--said I. The Master looked at me with that twinkle in his eye which means that he is going to parry a question.