Let me explain what I propose." Mr.Furlong senior rose, and opening the door of the office, "Everett," he said to the ancient clerk, "kindly give me a Bible." It was given to him.
Mr.Furlong stood with the Bible poised in his hand.
"Now we," he went on, "I mean the Hymnal Supply Corporation, have an idea for bringing out an entirely new Bible." A look of dismay appeared on the saintly face of the rector.
"A new Bible!" he gasped.
"Precisely!" said his father, "a new Bible! This one--and we find it every day in our business--is all wrong." "All wrong!" said the rector with horror in his face.
"My dear boy," exclaimed his father, "pray, pray, do not misunderstand me.

Don't imagine for a moment that I mean wrong in a religious sense.
Such a thought could never, I hope, enter my mind.

All that I mean is that this Bible is badly made up." "Badly made up ?" repeated his son, as mystified as ever.
"I see that you do not understand me.

What I mean is this.

Let me try to make myself quite clear.