It was enough to fill his mist of dreams with gentle wonderings and a quiet expectation.

Once he said softly, "'In the hour of death, and in the day of judgment'"-- "'Good Lord, deliver us!'" Gifford finished gently.
Mr.Denner opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Good Lord," he said, "ah--yes--yes--that is enough, my friend.

_Good_ Lord; one leaves the rest." Dr.Howe walked home with a strange look on his face.

He answered his daughter briefly, that Mr.Denner was failing, and then, going into his library, he moved a table from in front of the door, which always stood hospitably open, and shut and locked it.
"What's the matter with the doctor ?" asked Dick Forsythe, lounging up to the rectory porch, his hands in his pockets and his hat on the back of his head.