"Oh, yes, you will, pap."
He had not used the word for a long time, and at sound of it his father yielded.
It was a strange service that Sunday morning. The son introduced the father, and the father, looking at his son, who seemed so short a time ago unlearned in the ways of the world, gave as his text, "A little child shall lead them."
He spoke of his own conceit and vainglory, the pride of his age and experience, and then he told of the lesson he had learned. "Why, people," he said, "I feels like a new convert!"
It was a gentler gospel than he had ever preached before, and in the congregation there were many eyes as wet as his own.
"Robbie," he said, when the service was over, "I believe I had to come up here to be converted." And Robbie smiled.