“Don’t talk like that about a religious gathering, Henry,” said his sister, frowning.
“Well, that’s what it is, anyhow.”
“Is it a prayer meeting?” asked the professor, looking at the girl.
“You bet it is!” cried Henry enthusiastically, giving no one a chance to speak but himself. “It’s a prayer meeting, and every other kind of meeting all rolled into one. It’s a revival meeting; a protracted meeting, that’s what it is. You had better come with us, Mr. Renmark, and then you can see what it is like. You can walk home with Yates.”
This attractive dénouement did not seem to appeal so strongly to the professor as the boy expected, for he made no answer.
“You will come, sis; won’t you?” urged the boy.
“Are you sure Kitty is going?”
“Of course she is. You don’t think she’d miss it, do you? They’ll soon be here, too; better go and get ready.”
“I’ll see what mother says,” replied Margaret as she left the room. She shortly returned, dressed ready for the meeting, and the professor concluded he would go also.