I don't want Paley's _Evidences of Christianity_: I have
tackled that for my Little-Go, and, besides, we have plenty of 'em
out here: but books about Ireland, and the Near East, and local
government, and farm-labourers' wages, and the future life, and all
that sort of thing.
"Two nights ago, Polkinghorne got going on our chances in another
world. Polkinghorne is a thoughtful man in his way, rising
forty--don't know his religion. I had an idea somehow that he was
interested in such things. But to my astonishment the boys took him
up and were off in full cry. It appeared that each one had been
nursing his own thoughts on the subject. The trouble was, none of us
knew very much about it--"
Otway, writing beneath the hurricane-lamp, had reached this point in
his letter when young Barham exclaimed to the world at large:
"Hallo! here's a tall story!"
The C.O. looked up. So did Polkinghorne, from his Bible. Sammy held
a torn sheet of newspaper.
"Don't keep it to yourself, my son," said Otway, laying down his pen
and leaning back, so that his face passed out of the inner circle of
the lamplight.
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