"Are we all ready?" he asked as he came into the house.
"Just about," replied his wife who was putting the finishing touches to the baby's bonnet. "Here, hold him." She placed the baby in Glen's arms. The father somewhat awkwardly tossed him up and down.
"Now be careful," admonished the mother, "don't muss his clothes up like that. Today is his first public appearance, you know."
"Your coming out, eh?" he asked of the baby. "Well, we'll have to be good, won't we."
This was in the front room. Thomas Strong sat, hat in hand, ready, while he smiled at the bear-like antics of the happy father with his first baby. Then when the mother came in with hat on, the old man arose slowly, went to the organ and looked at a photograph of Chester Lawrence, which had recently been framed and now held the place of honor on the organ. The Bishop, seeing the movement, lifted the baby to the picture.
"I believe there is a resemblance," he remarked. The old man only smiled.
Hugh Elston now drove up to the door. The young mother climbed into the front seat, and then was given the baby. Grandpa Elston took a back seat by Thomas Strong, while the Bishop sat by his wife to drive. Then they were off.
"Did I tell you," said Mr. Strong to his companion, "that I got a letter from my brother last evening?"
"No; you did not."
"Well, he's been recently to London and visiting with Elder Malby. It seems he can't keep away from that man, and I must say Elder Malby is a wonder. Such a spirit he has with him—"