I smiled wryly; and she squeezed my hand. "Might as well make a joke of it, Old Man—you've got to get used to it, and 'the sooner the quicker!'"
"All right—Go ahead with your New Religion."
She sat back in her chair with an expression of amused retrospection.
"I had forgotten," she said, "I had really forgotten. We didn't use to think much of religion, did we?"
"Father did," said I.
"No, not even Father and his kind—they only used it as a—what was the old joke? a patent fire escape! Nobody appreciated Religion!"
"They spent much time and money on it," I suggested.
"That's not appreciation!"
"Well, come on with the story. Did you have another Incarnation of any body?"
"You might call it that," Nellie allowed, her voice growing quietly earnest, "We certainly had somebody with an unmistakable Power."