"You are not going out in such weather!" the Colonel called after him incredulously.
"Only as far as the church."
"Oh, is there church today?" inquired the Boy more cheerfully than one might expect.
The Colonel started and made a signal for discretion.
"Blest if it isn't Sunday!" he said under his breath.
"He doesn't seem dead-set on our observing it," whispered the Boy.
The Colonel warmed himself luxuriously at the stove, and seemed to listen for that summons from the entry that never came. Was Father Richmond out there still, or had he gone?
"Do they think we are heathens because we are not Jesuits?" he said under his breath, suddenly throwing out his great chest.
"Perhaps we ought to... Hey? They've been awfully considerate of us—"
The Colonel went to the door. Father Richmond was struggling with his snow-boots.