"You keep up your professional work as a side issue?" he asked abruptly.
"Oh, no! But sometimes I—waddle for the fun of it. Under advice,"
David smiled at Esther, "of a very good fairy."
Jonathan did not understand that saying, but he thought from her color he could guess the fairy's name.
"And very good advice, too. Have you done any other ecclesiastical work?"
"Why, that," laughed David, "I used to think was my mission in life."
"Is there anything else you could show us?"
"I have a set of drawings I submitted to St. Christopher's last spring. They're all that escaped a general destruction when I took down my shingle."
David got the plans from a closet, unrolled them and placed the illustrative sketches before his visitors. Jonathan studied these drawings, too, very carefully.
"St. Christopher's, you say?" he said at last. "But I don't understand. I happen to have seen the plans they accepted. I don't know very much about architecture technically, but I should say yours are better—manifestly better. Am I right?"
"They weren't what St. Christopher's wanted."