ed wish to the
contrary.

The first Sunday after young Terrence's arrival it rained and was
very dismal and cold for spring. Howard had been asked to go to a
nearby Reform School for the afternoon and speak to the boys, and Jane
was caring for a little child whose mother was ill in the hospital.
Leslie was unhappy and restless, wandering from window to window
looking out. Their guest had chosen to remain in bed that morning, so
relieving them from the necessity of trying to get him to go to
church, but he was on hand for lunch in immaculate attire, apparently
ready for a holiday. There was a cozy fire on the hearth, and he
lolled luxuriously in an arm-chair seemingly well pleased with himself
and all the world. Julia Cloud wondered just what she would better do
about the afternoon hour with this uncongenial guest on hand, but
Leslie and Allison, after a hasty whispered consultation in the
dining-room with numerous dubious glances toward the guest, ending in
wry faces, came and settled down with their Bibles as usual. There was
a loyalty in the quiet act that almost brought the tears to Julia
Cloud's eyes, and she rewarded them with a loving, understanding
smile.

But when the guest was asked to join the little circle he only stared
in amazement. He had no idea of trying to conform to their habits.

"Thanks! No! I hate reading aloud. Books always bore me anyway. The
_Bible_! Oh _Heck_! NO! Count me out!" And he swung one leg over the
arm of his chair, and picked up the Sunday illustrated supplement
which he had gone out and purchased, and which was now strewn all
about the floor. He continued for sometime to rattle the paper and
whistle in a low tone rudely while the reading went on, then he threw
down his paper and lighted a cigarette. But that did not seem to
soothe his nerves sufficiently, so he strolled over to the piano and
began to drum bits of popular airs and sing in a high nasal tone that
he was pleased to call "whiskey tenor." Julia Cloud, with a despairing
glance at him, finally closed her book and suggested that they had
read enough for that day, and the little audience drifted away
unhappily to their rooms. Leslie did not come down again all the
afternoon until just time for Christian Endeavor. Young Terrence by
this time was reduced to almost affability, and looked up hopefully.
He was about to propose a game of cards, but when he saw Leslie
attired in raincoat and hat he stared:

"Great Scott! You do