Aunt Hannah was very curious about them, but, watch as she might, she could see no sign of activity in the now occupied house.
“The idea of people calling themselves Christian and having a heathen Chinese to do their work!” she grumbled to Irene and her husband.
“I haven’t heard that they called themselves Christian,” Peter Conant shouted in reply.
“Not Christians! Heavens! You don’t suppose Mary Louise would rent to infidels? I don’t think such a crime should be tolerated in the United States of America.”
There was no stopping Aunt Hannah when she took the bit of argument between her teeth and removed her trumpet from her ear.
“I intend to go over and find out for myself,” she insisted. “I fancy the blind man would be glad of a little company, anyhow, even if he is an unbeliever.”
“Will you just go and ask what their religious opinions are, Aunt Hannah?” laughed Irene, placing the trumpet in her aunt’s ear and holding it there.
“No, but I’ll make a neighborly call and ask them to come sit in my pew at church.”
“Chinese cook and all?” inquired her husband.
“Why not? I do hope he’ll tuck in his shirt though.”