"No."
"Then don't or not yet. The Bible books ought to be read at different ages of a man's life. I could arrange them. Your aunt reads to you or with you, I believe?"
"Yes—Acts just now, sir. She makes it so clear and interesting that it seems as if all might have happened now to some missionaries somewhere."
"That is an art. Some of the Bible stories require such help to make them seem real to modern folk. How does, or how did, Leila take Mrs. Ann's teachings?"
"Oh, Leila," he replied, as he began to pitch pebbles in the little river, "Leila—wriggled. You know, she really can't keep quiet, Mr. Rivers."
"Yes, I know well enough. But did what interested you interest Leila?"
"No—no, indeed, sir. It troubled Aunt Ann because she could not make her see things. Usually at night before bedtime we read some of the Gospels, and then once a week Acts. Every now and then Leila would sit still and ask such queer questions—about people."
"What kind of questions, John?" He was interested and curious.
"Oh, about Peter's mother and—I forget—oh, yes, once—I remember that because aunt did not like it and I really couldn't see why."
"Well, what was it?"