So the talk ended. There was a little private extension of it that evening, when Lois and Madge went up to bed.
"It's a pity grandma is so sharp about things," the latter remarked to her sister.
"Things?" said Lois. "What things?"
"Well—people. Don't you like that Mr. Dillwyn?"
"Yes."
"So do I. And she don't want us to have anything to do with him."
"But she is right," said Lois. "He is not a Christian."
"But one can't live only with Christians in this world. And, Lois, I'll tell you what I think; he is a great deal pleasanter than a good many Christians I know."
"He is good company," said Lois. "He has seen a great deal and read a great deal, and he knows how to talk. That makes him pleasant."
"Well, he's a great deal more improving to be with than anybody I know in Shampuashuh."