"
"So have I," agreed the rector, dryly, "but I
never believed in it." The rector started to leave
the room.
"What are you going to do?" inquired Sally.
"I am going to endeavor to discriminate between
lies and imagination," replied the rector.
Sally plucked at his coat-sleeve as they went
down-stairs. "My dear," she whispered, "I think
she is asleep."
"She will have to wake up."
"But, my dear, she may be nervous. Would
it not be better to wait until to-morrow?"
"I think not," said Edward Patterson. Usually
an easy-going man, when he was aroused he was
determined to extremes. Into Content's room he
marched, Sally following. Neither of them saw
their small son Jim peeking around his door. He
had heard -- he could not help it -- the conversation
earlier in the day between Content and his mother.
He had also heard other things. He now felt entirely
justified in listening, although he had a good code
of honor. He considered himself in a way respon-
sible, knowing what he knew, for the peace of
mind of his parents. Therefore he listened, peeking
around the doorway of his dark room.
The electric light flashed out from Content's
room, and the little interior was revealed. It was
charmingly pretty. Sally had done her best to make
this not altogether welcome little stranger's room
attractive.
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