"Stuff!" Magnus answered him. "Are you a Christian, Mr. Renwick?"
"I hope so, sir."
"Hope so! Well, are you an American?"
"Why, of course I am."
"How do you know? You may be a Chinese."
"Well, I know—whether I can tell how or not," said the boy.
"Certain sure where you belong in this world, and not sure at all where you belong in the next. Unsound business, Mr. Renwick."
Renwick looked at him.
"You are a queer man!" he said.
"My one distinction. Found I couldn't lead off in anything else, here. What are you going to be?"