“And what did you think of the sermon?” asked the elder woman, after the morning greetings had been exchanged.
“Oh, I know what Philip thought of it,” interrupted Ruth. “He thought it was an unwarranted attack on the supporters of the church, and a sop to socialism. Didn’t you, Philip?”
The young man laughed and colored a little as he replied:
“While I wouldn’t want to be quoted in just that way, you have gauged my mind with reasonable accuracy.”
“I knew it,” responded the girl. “And now I’ll tell you what I think. I think it was a brave and conscientious sermon, and fully warranted by existing conditions.”
She stood there, handsomely and good-naturedly defiant, attractive in the eyes of her lover, even in her opposition to him.
“It was brave enough,” he responded; “and there’s no doubt about the man’s conscientiousness; but I believe he’s mistaken.”
At that moment Barry and Miss Chichester came up.
“Are you talking about the sermon?” asked Miss Chichester. “Barry and I are agreed that it was simply impossible, aren’t we, Barry?”