Susan gave a scream. "Oh, good mercy!"
"Yes, dear," said her niece, now in the doorway, "only I can't believe it. I think that it's a dream."
"You see she still isn't able to rise to the proper heights of trust," laughed her lover, also now in the doorway, "but I have hopes of yet teaching her to believe what she believes."
"Come straight in and help me set all this on the table, so that I can listen with a free mind." Susan's appeal was pathetic in the extreme. "Where did she get it, anyhow?"
"Oh, Auntie, it's the most wonderful thing you ever heard of." Jane took up the coffee-pot and led the way.
"I did it all, except I didn't provide the money," said Lorenzo, and the next minute they were all seated, and he could tell the whole story.
Susan didn't scream. She sat still, a bit of toast in her hand, listening breathlessly. When Lorenzo had finished, "Oh, that new religion!" she murmured in an awed voice, and then, "Nothing like this ever happened in this town before, I know."
"I'm more bewildered over it's being there for me and my not being able to believe than I am by the money," said Jane. "Oh, Auntie, what a lesson, what a lesson!"
"You would limit yourself, you see," said Lorenzo; "you wouldn't believe."
"How could I ever imagine such a thing?"