“The Knights of Columbus!” she said. “You see they were right!”
“Who were right?”
“Howard and Mr. Griffith. They were over here almost six months ago, just before dad joined the Tribe. They were arguing about the power of the Knights of Columbus. It was hard to believe all they said, but they brought proofs of their activities.”
“What activities? I don’t believe it. Why, at camp, I used to be in the K. C. hut as much as the Y. M. C. A. And now they’re starting schools for the ex-service men.”
“It’s an organization to control politics in the United States for the benefit of the Catholic church.”
Robert laughed.
“Mother, do you really believe that? Who’s the governor of our state? He’s a Protestant. Who’s the mayor of our city? Another Protestant. Who are our aldermen? Mostly Protestants—a few Catholics.”
“Ask Dad about the Catholic problem when he comes back, or Howard,” suggested Mrs. Hamilton. “Really, Robert, I don’t know much about it, except from what I’ve heard at the discussions. Of course, there are secrets that dad cannot tell me. But I know that since he joined the Tribe we haven’t associated with any Catholics. Some very fine people, too. Some of my best friends.”
She sighed and looked thoughtfully down at the tablecloth.
“Dad wouldn’t go over to the Perrys after he joined and he always managed to stay away when they came here. I have nothing against them. But you know how it is.”