"If this is a dream," said Redman Rush, astonished into doubt of all he saw and heard, "let me get home before I wake up, for God's sake." And he turned away from the organist, and was hid in the crowd from the eyes that followed him.
He turned away, but would he ever lose the memory of a soft voice, saying:
"Mr. Summerman, my boys and I insist on your coming to spend the holidays with us."
Or, of a grey-haired gentleman's aspect, who came hurrying through the crowd till he stood face to face with the little organist, whose hands he grasped as he said:
"Never mind, lad; never mind. You'll be a richer man before night than you ever were before. Here is a year's salary in advance, from the church, sir. You understand. And we all want our daguerreotypes; so order an instrument."
Or, of an agitated voice, that followed him like the voice of a spirit, mysterious and persuasive:
"Oh, believe in the Good Will Doctrine!"