When the mother returned to the dining room she explained:
"It's so easy to handle children if you just know how. I told her there was no reason to be afraid; that the dark was filled with angels, all watching over her. Now she is quite content to be left alone and——"
"Mamma! Mamma!" piped a small, far-away voice at this point, "please come quick. The angels is a-biting me."
While I was talking with Mike who should drop in but the archbishop?
Now, because a man's a priest is no reason he shouldn't have a big streak of humor in him, and the archbishop can appreciate a joke as well as the next one.
They say that when he was up in the Harlem district last winter, for the purpose of administering confirmation, he asked one nervous little girl what matrimony was, and she answered:
"A state of terrible torment, which those who enter it are compelled to undergo for a time to prepare them for a brighter and better world."
"No, no," remonstrated the pastor; "that isn't matrimony; that's the definition of purgatory."
"Leave her alone," said the archbishop; "maybe she's right. What do you or I know about it?"