"And twice today, father," said Maizie, taking her father's hand, "I remembered Who smiled at me."
"Who smiled at you?" asked the Eagle Man, who heard everything, it seemed.
"The Man with the halo, Jesus, you know," Maizie answered reverently. "When first I was a baby on this earth He came to smile at me and to wake me up. Suzanna told me so."
Silence. Then the Eagle Man turned to Mr. Procter. "Glad to have met your family, sir."
"Glad you've had the opportunity," said Mr. Procter.
"You sold a quantity of nails to me a few weeks ago, good nails, too; not underweight either, I noticed," said the Eagle Man at last. "Your little girl tells me you are an inventor."
"Yes, I'm working on a machine," Mr. Procter flushed. "It is nearly finished. That is, sometimes I think so; other times completion seems far away."
The Eagle Man paused. "I'd be interested in seeing your invention," he said, and stopped. Yet there was promise, too, in his voice, in his eyes.
Again the color rushed to Mr. Procter's face. He stared unbelievingly at the other, and then said: "I'll be glad any time to show my machine; to tell you all about it—" He hesitated. "There'd be a great chance for you, should you become interested in it."
"Well, if that's the case, expect me any time. Good-bye."