the family Bible all right. Take it from me; I know. I'm Glendenning
Leighton--your father." His eyes glistened.

"I'm glad about the name," said Lewis, his face alight. "I'm glad you're
my dad, too. But I knew that."

"Knew it? How did you know it?"

"The old woman--Old Immortality. Don't you remember? She said, 'The son
is the spit of the father.'"

"Did she?" said Leighton. "Do you believe everything as easily as that?"

"The heart believes easily," said Lewis.

"Eh? Where'd you get that?"

"I suppose I read it somewhere. I think it is true. She told me my
fortune."

"Told you your fortune, did she? I thought I was missing something when
I snored the hours away instead of talking to that bright old lady.
Fortunes are silly things. Do you remember what she told you?"

"Yes," said Lewis, "I think I remember every word. She said, 'Child of
love art thou. At thy birth was thy mother rent asunder, for thou wert
conceived too near the heart----'"

"Stop!"