He had a large circle of relations, that man had.

He clutched my hand fervently one night, and said imploringly, 'My DEAR sister Bryant, are you a Christian ?' I just looked him over a bit, and then I said calmly, 'The only brother I ever had, MR.

Fiske, was buried fifteen years ago, and I haven't adopted any since.

As for being a Christian, I was that, I hope and believe, when you were crawling about the floor in petticoats.' THAT squelched him, believe ME.

Mind you, Anne dearie, I'm not down on all evangelists.