"Uncle thinks so," I answered cautiously.
"How does your mother like him—has she looked him over?"
"I really don't know—he's only been here an hour or two. You certainly do look nice to-night, Charlie."
"How long is this cleric going to stay?" he pursued.
"I don't know. I heard uncle telling him to stay as long as he could."
"What denomination is he?"
"Belongs to the true church," said I.
"I thought Mr. Furvell said he was Presbyterian."
"So he is—he's from Edinburgh. And he's vastly interested in the darkies. They don't grow 'em over there, it seems. He got on pretty thin ice with uncle—they were talking the nigger problem."
"They must have been hard up for conversation," said Mr. Giddens, with a little curl of the lip.