"Well, and what did he say?"

"He began to praise them then. But you know I could not take much of that,
for what could he do?"

"You might give him credit for a little honesty, at least."

"Yes; but things may be true in a way, you know, and not mean much."

"He seems to have succeeded in reconciling you to the prosecution of your
efforts, however; for I saw you go out with your sketching apparatus this
afternoon."

"Yes," she answered shyly. "He was so kind that somehow I got heart to try
again. He's very nice, isn't he?"

My answer was not quite ready.

"Don't you like him, papa?"

"Well--I like him--yes. But we must not be in haste with our judgments, you
know. I have had very little opportunity of seeing into him. There is much
in him that I like, but--"

"But what? please, papa."

"To tell the truth then, Wynnie, for I can speak my mind to you, my child,
there is a certain shyness of approaching the subject of religion; so that
I have my fears lest he should belong to any of these new schools of
a fragmentary philosophy which acknowledge no source of truth but