“Mr. Parr is willing to be even more generous than he has been,” Hodder said. “The point is, whether it's wise to enlarge our scope on the present plan. What do you think?”
“Ye can reach more,” McCrae spoke without enthusiasm.
“What's the use of reaching them, only to touch them? In addition to being helped materially and socially, and kept away from the dance-halls and saloons, they ought to be fired by the Gospels, to be remade. They should be going out into the highways and byways to bring others into the church.”
The Scotchman's face changed a little. For an instant his eyes lighted up, whether in sympathy or commiseration or both, Hodder could not tell.
“I'm with ye, Mr. Hodder, if ye'll show me the way. But oughtn't we to begin at both ends?”
“At both ends?” Hodder repeated.
“Surely. With the people in the pews? Oughtn't we to be firing them, too?”
“Yes,” said the rector. “You're right.”
He turned away, to feel McCrae's hand on his sleeve.
“Maybe it will come, Mr. Hodder,” he said. “There's no telling when the light will strike in.”