“Didn't you go to church this morning?”
“I think so,” he answered, as from a roseate trance.
“You THINK so! Don't you know?”
“Oh yes. Yes, I went to church!”
“Which one?”
“Just down the street. It's brick.”
“What was the sermon about?”
“What, mother?”
“Can't you hear me?” she cried. “I asked you what the sermon was about?”
He roused himself. “I think it was about—” He frowned, seeming to concentrate his will to recollect. “I think it was about something in the Bible.”