It was while the deacon was exercised in this way that his son Noah ran into the store one afternoon and exclaimed: “Who do you think has just gone past the store?”
“You had better tell me, Noah. I can’t waste my time in guessing.”
“It was the minister’s son, Guy.”
Deacon Crane pricked up his ears.
“How did he look?”
“He’s probably lost his place, and come home to live on his father.”
“Shouldn’t be a bit surprised, dad.”
“Noah,” said the deacon, much shocked, “never call me dad again! It isn’t respectful!”
“All right, father. You’d better call at the minister’s and find out what brings Guy home this time.”