“Please, Father, could you lend us your ink?—Mother wants to write a letter.”
“Oh, certainly, Tom—take it—there it is; but don’t forget to bring it back.”
The small boy said nothing, but snatched his booty and went out.
“Are your people—er—responsive?” asked George.
“Responsive to what?”
“Well—er—to you.”
“Oh, not at all.”
“Then how do you get them to come to church?”
“I don’t—Our Lord does.”
George coughed.