"Can you tell me just the way to the Bible College?"

The middle man turned and repeated it gravely to the one on the
left:--

"Can you tell me just the way to the Bible College?"

The one on the left seized a passing student:--

"Can you tell us all just the way to the Bible College?"

"Ministers of grace!" he said, "without the angels!" Then turning
to the lad, he continued: "You see this path? Take it! Those steps?
Go straight up those steps. Those doors? Enter! Then, if you don't
see the Bible College, maybe you'll see the janitor--if he is
there. But don't you fear! You may get lost, but you'll never get
away!"

The lad knew he was being guyed, but he didn't mind: what hurt him
was that his Bible College should be treated with such levity.

"Thank you," he said pleasantly but proudly.

"Have you matriculated?" one of the three called after him as he
started forward.

David had never heard that word; but he entertained such a respect
for knowledge that he hated to appear unnecessarily ignorant.