“‘That sense and worth o’er a’ the earth
    May bear the prize and a’ that;’

“and yet now, now—­”

“But, my dear child,” as Laura here broke down with a little sob,—­“my dear child, it isn’t that these people are poor,—­it is because we don’t know anything about them.”

“I—­I think it is because you do know that—­that they live on McVane Street,” faltered Laura.

“Well, that is to know nothing about them, in the sense that father means,” broke in her brother, sharply.  “Their living there shows that they are the kind of people that are out of our class entirely,—­people that we don’t want to know.  I didn’t think it mattered much the other day, when you told me you were going down there to take tea with your teacher; but when I find you are to make friends with the young clerks who are the relations of your teacher, I think it matters a good deal.”

“But this clerk, as you call him, has a great deal better manners than Charley Aplin.  He behaves a great deal more like a gentleman.”

“And he has a much longer nose,” retorted her brother, with a sneering little laugh.  “The fellow’s a Jew, I’m certain; he has a regular Jewish face.”

“He has not,” began Laura, indignantly, and then stopped suddenly.  It was the low trader-type of Jewish face reflected from her brother’s mind that she saw as she spoke; then Mrs. Bodn’s beautiful profile and that of her nephew rose before her!  If they—­if they—­her brother, her father, could see these faces,—­these faces so fine and intelligent, and saw, too, the likeness that she had seen to the portrait in her uncle’s library,—­would they feel differently,—­would they do justice to Esther and her relations, though they were Jews,—­would they admit that they were of the higher type, that they were fit friends for her?  No, no, no, she answered herself, as soon as these questions started up in her mind, and, stung through all her generous young heart by these instinctive answers, she burst forth:  “You talk about Jews as if there were but one class,—­the lowest class.  What if all Americans were judged by the lowest class?  Would you call that fair?  And you think the Bodns are the lowest kind just because they are poor and live on McVane Street!  That great novelist who lived in England and who was prime minister there, Lord Beaconsfield, was a Jew, and he was proud of it; and the Mendelssohns were Jews; and there are those wonderful musical novels Uncle George gave me to read last summer, ‘Charles Auchester’ and ‘Counterparts,’ they are full of Jews and their genius—­”

“Laura, Laura, there is no need of your talking like this,” interrupted her father; “we are not going to deny the worth or respectability of your new acquaintances, but it is entirely unnecessary for you to rush into any intimacy with such strangers.”