Amanda looked at him in astonishment. "If you're a perfessor or no. They'll be sure to ast you."
Mr. Fairchilds thoughtfully considered it.
"You mean," he said, light coming to him, "they will ask me whether I am a professor of religion, don't you?"
"Why, to be sure!"
"Oh!"
"And you better have your answer ready."
"What, in your judgment, may I ask, would be a suitable answer to that?"
"Well, ARE you a perfessor?"
"Oh, I'm anything at all that will get me this 'job.' I've got to have it as a makeshift until I can get hold of something better. Let me see—will a Baptist do?"
"Are you a Baptist?" the girl stolidly asked.