A benediction, and the service was over.
There were seats for four in the carryall. Maude preferred to walk and Mr. Merry was of the same mind. Mrs. Hawkins sat with Quincy on the front seat, and Alice with Uncle Ike.
“What did you think of the sermon, Uncle Ike?” Alice asked.
“A thrilling personal experience. The fear of death has a peculiar effect on some people—it kills their will power. Did Mr. Gay know that I was to attend his church?”
Alice flushed. “Quincy mentioned it at the breakfast table.”
“Was he informed of my opinions on religious matters?”
“They were not mentioned before him.”
“Another coincidence”—and Uncle Ike relapsed into silence.
As they were nearing the Maxwell house, Alice asked, “Uncle Ike, are you willing to have Mr. Gay call upon you?”
“I have no objection, if he will let me choose the subjects for conversation,” was the reply.