The minister did most of the talking. Perhaps that was because he was
used to it, having, as he told Chester, been a preacher for twenty-five
years. The daughter commented briefly now and then, prompting his memory
where it seemed to be weak. Chester listened with great interest to the
man's account of former trips to Europe and his description of famous
places. The speaker's voice was pleasant and well-modulated. His
clean-cut face lighted up under the inspiration of some vivid
description. Chester found himself drawn to the man nearly as much as he
had been to the daughter.

"You're an American," announced the minister, turning to Chester.

"Yes."

"A western American, too."

"Right again; how can you tell?"

"Easily enough. How far west?"

"My home is in Chicago."

"Well, Lucy and I can beat you. We came from Kansas City. Ever been
there?"

"I've passed through twice."

"Through the Union Depot only?" asked Lucy.