We'll leave on Friday morning and I can be back by Sunday night.

I'll love it," Deborah answered.
"It'll be a great relief to her," said Roger, lighting a cigar.

Deborah resumed her work, and there was silence for a time.
"I let George sit up with me till an hour after his bedtime," she told her father presently.

"We started talking about white rats--you see it's still white rats with George--and that started us wondering about God.

George wonders if God really knows about rats.