"My name is Walter Page," was the response. "I live in San Diego."
"Oh, do you? I have a dear friend there—the Reverend Mr. Binder. At present he is not serving any church. Like myself, he has been a missionary, and his health failed. Perhaps you have met him, my boy."
"I don't know any ministers," said Walter, rather brusquely. "We go to the Catholic church."
The lady's face grew more stern. She looked from one boy to the other.
"You never go to Sunday-school, then," she said in regretful tones, but as if stating an undeniable fact.
"I go every Sunday," said Walter.
"Does your priest allow it?"
"He teaches us," rejoined Walter.
"That must be something new—something entirely new."
Walter made no reply.