Chimneys children by the success, undoubted though unexpectedly delayed, of their plan; and Mrs. Ransome every time she saw the fat Perks baby in the perambulator. Mrs. Perks made quite a round of visits to thank people for their kind birthday presents, and after each visit felt that she had a better friend than she had thought.
"Yes," said Perks, reflectively, "it's not so much what you does as what you means; that's what I say. Now if it had been charity."
"Oh, drat charity," said Mrs. Perks; "nobody won't offer you charity, Bert, however much you was to want it, I lay. That was just friendliness, that was."
When the clergyman called on Mrs. Perks, she told him all about it. "It was friendliness, wasn't it, Sir?" said she.
"I think," said the clergyman, "it was what is sometimes called loving-kindness."
So you see it was all right in the end. But if one does that sort of thing, one has to be careful to do it in the right way. For, as Mr. Perks said, when he had time to think it over, "It's not so much what you do, as what you mean."
