“I didn’t know you knew him,” I said.
“Nor I do,” she replied. “But as he’s the publisher of all these beautiful booklets, I thought it would be so nice if he would just stoop for a moment to mingle with the sinners for whom they are intended.”
“A splendid idea,” I said, “and a most intelligent one, and we’ll circularize the churches and chapels, and hold the meeting at nine in the evening, when the congregations will be able to be present.”
“Oh, that’ll be capital,” she said. “I should love to see a congregation.”
“And Ezekiel and myself,” I said, “will be the chief speakers.”
She clapped her hands and looked at Ezekiel.
“Oh, Mr. Stool,” she cried, “what a meeting.”
Ezekiel beamed at her.
“Yes, it ought to be worth going to,” he said, “and I shall reserve a chair for you next the President.”
Then she drew me aside again.