“My father's name is Harry.”
“Of course, of course.” Mr. Reeves nodded, trying to conceal his surprise. “And is he a Scientist now?”
“Yes, my mother is teaching him to be.”
“Well, I'm sure I'm very glad to hear this. Your grandfather is not unkindly disposed toward Science?”
“My grandfather couldn't be unkind to anything! I thought you knew him.”
Mr. Reeves smoothed his mustache vigorously. “I thought I did,” he returned. “You spoke of your cousin. I knew your aunt and cousin were with Mr. Evringham now. Well, I'm glad, I'm sure, that you are so pleasantly situated. You must come to our little hall some Sunday where we have service, you know. It will be rather different from your beautiful churches in Chicago.”
“But I'd love to come,” replied the child eagerly. “I didn't know there was one here. I'll get grandpa to bring me.”
“Mr. Evringham!” The speaker could feel the tendency of his jaw to drop.
“Yes, or else cousin Eloise. She helps me get the lesson every day, and then she takes my book and reads and reads. She told me this morning she read almost all last night.”
Mr. Reeves nodded slowly once or twice. “Still they come,” he murmured meditatively.