“I don’t think Ashman Square is on this side at all; I think you are all confused.”
“Yes, it is; I pass it every day, but I don’t remember on which side of the avenue it is. I go down one way and come up another, and so get things mixed.”
“I don’t think any of you know much about it,” said Uncle Edward, and this time he laughed. Several voices began again in eager disclaimer, but Father Edwards silenced them: “See here, children, we must have prayers at once; I have an important engagement at seven. Afterwards, one of you can find a map and settle your discussion.”
Lora struck the chord and the entire family joined in:
“While Thee I seek, protecting Power,
Be my vain wishes stilled.”
In the momentary lull which there was as they rose from their knees, Howard spoke, for the first time that evening.
“Uncle Edward.”
“Yes.”
“About Ashman Square—do you know where the Station D post-office is?”