Bunyan's sublime work, 'Pilgrim's Progress.' It was an heirloom. Be seated," he
said, and Eliph' Hewlitt seated himself Turk-fashion, on the sod.

The minister took the book carefully on his knees. Even to feel a new book was a
pleasure he did not often have, and his fingers itched upon it.

In three minutes Eliph' Hewlitt knew the entire story of Mrs. Smith and Susan,
so far as it was known to the minister, and he leaned over and tapped with his
forefinger the book on the minister's knee.

"Open it," he said.

The minister removed the wrapper.

"Page 6, Index," said Eliph' Hewlitt, turning the pages. He ran his finger down
the page, and up and down page 7, stopped at a line on page 8, and hastily
turned over the pages of the book. At page 974 he laid the book open, and the
minister adjusted his spectacles and read where the book agent pointed. Then he
pushed his spectacles up on his forehead and looked carefully at the picnickers.
He singled out Mrs. Tarbro-Smith, and waved her toward him with his hand. She
came and stood before him.

The minister wiped his spectacles on his handkerchief, readjusted them on his
nose, and bent over the book.

"What is your brother's name?" he asked kindly, but with solemnity.

"Marriott Nolan Tarbro," she answered.

He traced the lines carefully with his finger.