“I often feel,” said Felicity primly, “that we don’t think enough about the heathens. We ought to think a great deal more.”
Sara Ray put the finishing touch to my mortification.
“It was so nice and short,” she said.
“What was the matter with my sermon?” I asked Dan that night. Since he was neither judge nor competitor I could discuss the matter with him.
“It was too much like a reg’lar sermon to be interesting,” said Dan frankly.
“I should think the more like a regular sermon it was, the better,” I said.
“Not if you want to make an impression,” said Dan seriously. “You must have something sort of different for that. Peter, now, HE’LL have something different.”
“Oh, Peter! I don’t believe he can preach a sermon,” I said.
“Maybe not, but you’ll see he’ll make an impression,” said Dan.
Dan was neither the prophet nor the son of a prophet, but he had the second sight for once; Peter DID make an impression.