"Yes," said Hubert, "and He evidently became the central figure there, manifesting His glory. If one of His followers could capture Mrs. Butterworth's ball for Him it would surely pay to go. If I thought Winnie were to do that I would certainly put on a dress suit and go myself."
Hubert could not resist a teasing glance at his mother. That lady was plainly horrified. The thought of Winifred's "preaching," as she mentally called it, to anyone at the party, or doing any other eccentric thing, was far more shocking than her staying away.
Mr. Gray secretly enjoyed the look upon his wife's face.
"And the other places?" he went on.
"I am not familiar with the incident in the house of Simon the
Pharisee," said Hubert.
"It is very striking and beautiful," said Mr. Gray. "Christ forgave a sinner—a woman of the city—and He had somewhat to say to His host, the Pharisee, about it. He spoke a very telling parable at that dinner."
Mrs. Gray again looked uneasy. She hoped Winifred would not feel it her duty, finally, to go, if it involved a religious errand.
"And at Bethany?" Mr. Gray continued.
"He was anointed for His burial," said Hubert, gravely.
"Ah, yes!" said his father in a subdued voice.