He'd been sleeping all through the meeting, and I was thankful to see the poor child getting a rest, believe ME.

Well, when Fiske's voice went soaring skyward and the rest joined in, poor Ikey wakened with a start.

He thought it was just an ordinary singing and that everybody ought to stand up, so he scrambled to his feet mighty quick, knowing he'd get a combing down from Maria Millison for sleeping in meeting.

Fiske saw him, stopped and shouted, 'Another soul saved! Glory Hallelujah!' And there was poor, frightened Ikey, only half awake and yawning, never thinking about his soul at all.

Poor child, he never had time to think of anything but his tired, overworked little body.
"Leslie went one night and the Fiske-man got right after her--oh, he was especially anxious about the souls of the nice-looking girls, believe me!--and he hurt her feelings so she never went again.