“I suppose they did.”
“And yet what Christ held in His hands looked like bread, tasted and felt and smelt like bread. Was it bread?”
“Yes; I guess it was bread.”
“Now, look here, uncle—who am I to believe, you or Christ?”
“What’s that—Oh, why Christ of course.”
“Well, you say it’s bread, and a whole lot of people say the same thing. But Christ says it is His body, and His word is worth more than the word of all the duffers in the world.”
“Let’s walk on,” said Compton, and fell into thought. “Bobby, why do you want to make your first communion?”
“Because I want to pray for my mother and—and for you, and to get grace and strength. You know, uncle, it’s the greatest thing in the world.”
“Well, suppose we go in and see a priest?”
“Uncle!” exclaimed Bobby, “you’re all right.”