Somebody thought that too good a joke to keep and told Cynthia's son
how hard old Mrs. Rosenwinkle was praying for his soul. They expected
him to laugh. But he didn't. He looked suddenly serious just as his
mother used to do when something touched the deep down places in her
heart.
All he said was that no man could ever have too many women praying for
him and that he was grateful as only a man whose mother was sleeping
thousands of miles away in a foreign land could be grateful.
He had his mother's trick of letting people look quite suddenly into
that part of his soul where he kept his finest thoughts and emotions.
And people looked and saw and then usually tiptoed away in puzzled awe
or a dim sympathy. And he had such a habit of turning common sense and
daylight on matters which seemed so baffling until he explained them.
It was just the minister's plain, common sense that finally got Hank
Lolly into the church. When the minister first suggested that Hank
ought to attend church services that worthy stared in amazed horror at
his new friend. And he gave his perfectly good reasons why the likes
of him had no right to step on what was Green Valley's sacred ground.
"Hank, you are entirely mistaken. I have seen you go into Green Valley
parlors and every other room in the house.
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