"We say a little prayer for the loved ones who are gone, when we speak of them," he explained.

"But we don't say it out loud, for fear of seeming to parade our religious convictions.

We hate cant in our Community." "I cordially agree with the Community, Amelius.

But, my good fellow, have you really no friend to welcome you when you get to London ?" Amelius answered the question mysteriously.

"Wait a little!" he said--and took a letter from the breast-pocket of his coat.