or two and investigate her. Meantime, he must call up that garage and
see what could be done for the car. If he could get it patched up by
noon he might take the girl out for a spin in the afternoon. One could
judge a girl much better getting her off by herself that way. He didn't
seem to relish the memory of that father's smile and haughty tone as he
said "My daughter." Probably was all kinds of fussy about her. But if
the girl had any pep at all she surely would enjoy getting away from
oversight for a few hours. He hoped Opal would call before they got
back from their service. It might be awkward talking with them all
around.

But the organ was suddenly drowned in a burst of song:

"Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the
Holy Ghost, As it was in the beginning, is now and
ever shall be--world without end, Amen!"

Somehow the words struck him with a strange awe, they were so distinct,
and almost in the room with him. He looked about half feeling that the
room was filled with people, and felt curiously alone. There was an
atmosphere in the little house of everybody being gone to church. They
had all gone and left him alone. It amused him. He wondered about this
odd family who seemed to be under the domination of a church service.
They had left him a stranger alone in their house. The doors and
windows were all open. How did they know but he was a burglar?

Some one was talking now. It sounded like the voice of his host. It
might be a prayer. How peculiar! He must be a preacher. Yet he had been
sent to him to fix his car. He did not look like a laboring man. He
looked as if he might be,--well almost anything--even a gentleman. But