Only for an instant can our minds dwell upon it, then we drop to the common level again, and here we are, a speck on the surface of the deep." "What is that book you are reading ?" asked the minister.

He had evidently also dropped to the "common level;" or perhaps he had not soared with his companion.
"This?
O, this is Kipling's 'Plain Tales from the Hills.' I like Kipling, but I wish he hadn't written some very untruthful things about my people." "Has he ?" "Yes.

It seems he made a flying visit through Salt Lake City, and took for gospel truth the lurid stories hack drivers tell to tourists so that they may get their money's worth." "Well, I don't know;--but that brings me to the point of my errand.

I sought you out especially today to ask you not to talk religion to my daughter.

I understand she and you had a discussion on 'Mormonism' last evening, and she slept very little all night as a result." "You are mistaken, sir; I said nothing to her about 'Mormonism.' She told me a little about--" "Well, whatever it was, she was and is still ill over it.