"And as to his belief, why, you believe in hell, don't you, doctor ?" "Oh, bless my soul, yes," said Dr.Howe, with a laugh, and with a twinkle in his eyes.

"I must, you know, and it's well to be on the safe side, Giff; if you believe it here, theoretically, it is to be supposed you won't believe it there, experimentally!" He laughed again, his big, jolly laugh.

"Good-by, Denner.

You took all the luck." Then he trudged whistling up the path, striking at the hollyhocks with his rod, and wondering how long it would take Sally to brush the mud off his corduroys.
But Mr.Denner delayed.

He laid his rod tenderly down on the grass, and his fishing-basket on the stone bench beside him.