“I've been wondering this morning,” she said, “how we can manage for you to come to church, 'Zekiel.”
“Oh, I have it six times a week,” returned the coachman.
“But it's so lovely just to listen to them read and not have to hunt up the places or anything.”
“I'm satisfied with my minister,” returned Zeke, almost smiling.
Eloise and Mr. Bonnell came out to the carriage, so there was no further time for talk.
The subject remained in Jewel's mind, however. On Wednesday morning, just before Mr. Evringham went to the station, the child seized him in the hall.
“Grandpa, don't you think it would be nice to go in the trolley car to church to-night?”
“To—where?” asked the broker, frowning.
“This is the night we're going to church, you know.”
“The dev—Ah, to be sure. So we are. Well—a—what did you say? Trolley car? Why?”