She eyed him curiously. “Father sees no good in the organization. I do. Most of the boys are Harold’s friends,––Harold is my brother,––but there are some who are not friendly to any one except the Innkeeper. I think you ought to know that the decent ones were one time in the Sunday school, but because some of your church members would not try to understand them, they were forced to go to the Inn to set up their gymnasium.”
“Isn’t the Inn as good a place as any?”
“I prefer not to say. You’ll doubtless find that out for yourself.”
“That is one thing I intend to find out. I’ve an invitation to visit the rooms.”
“Indeed, so soon? And do you really mean to go?”
“Certainly. Why not?”
“I suppose there is no reason why you should not. But–––” she paused.
“I’ve heard that sort of statement several times to-day, and invariably with the little ‘but’ at the end. I’m curious to know why my presence at the Inn will cause any disturbance. Is that the inference?”
“Other ministers have tried to get hold of the boys, but they went at it wrong, and failed,” she said.