“Your faith isn’t misplaced. Whether it’s a moose or billiards, or a bout at fencing, he’s always sure to score.”
“Where do you keep your moose, Mr. Leighton?”
She asked the question with a disconcerting directness, and he answered soberly.
“I haven’t any place to put my moose, so I haven’t caught him yet.”
“Oh—that!”
“And they’re expensive,—time—money.”
“I suppose so. Still, I think I should get a moose. Oh, Aunt Julia, we really must—”
“Yes; I’m ready.”
“Father was very sorry he couldn’t come,” said Zelda, to her uncle. “But he always goes to church Sunday evening. He asked me to explain.”
“It’s too bad he couldn’t come. I didn’t think of church. I thought Sunday night church wasn’t done any more.”