"Dad," he asked as he sauntered into the library a little later, "where is Holy Writ?"
"Where is what?" asked his astonished parent.
"Holy Writ."
"Why, if you mean the Bible," said Mr. Cane, "it is in on the parlor table." And he resumed the reading of his paper.
For a moment Sube was immovable. Then it dawned on him. The Holy Writ was just another name for the Bible. And those figures underneath the portrait of his favorite were a reference to the Book of Job. He would go back and see what they were.
Half an hour later as Mr. Cane stepped behind the davenport in the parlor to adjust a screen, he nearly fell over the boy.
"What in thunder are you doing there?" he demanded irritably.
"Sir?"
"I said, 'What are you doing there?'"
"Reading." Sube tried to cover up the object of his perusal by lying on top of it; but this move only excited further curiosity on the part of his father.