“Why has she changed?”
“That is what gets me, uncle. She’s going every day in thanksgiving because I was not drowned.”
“That’s very nice of her.”
“Isn’t it? And she offers up each communion for my mother.”
“I wish there were more Peggies in the world.”
“So do I. Now look, uncle—I want to go to communion, too. I’m old enough to make my first communion.”
“Sure, Bobby! You just go on and make it. Do you want to do it now?”
“Look here, uncle; I’m—I’m surprised at you.”
“Why, what have I done now?”
“Don’t you know a boy must be prepared, and go to confession and get permission of the priest to go to communion?”