“Oh,” said Bobby, puckering his brows. “I suppose,” he went on after some close conjecturing, “that you are going to church to pray for the success of that part that didn’t go right yesterday.”
“That is one of the things I am going to pray for.”
“Anything else, uncle?”
“Bobby,” said Compton, ignoring the question, “did you sleep well last night?”
“Not at first, uncle.”
“I thought so; you do not look quite up to form.”
“I need Holy Communion, uncle. Then after breakfast—I need that too—then you watch me!”
“Bobby, I want to ask you another question. Did you hear anything yesterday that worried you?”
“Oh, it’s all over now, I guess,” evaded the child.
“You were crying last night.”