He was aghast! He simply could not take this extraordinary request seriously. It seemed as if he must somehow get back to his former companions and tell them the joke. They wanted him to teach a Sunday school class of young ladies! Was ever anything more terribly ludicrous in all the world?But he managed to keep a perfectly courteous face while he let her talk on for a minute or two, and while he summoned his senses and tried to figure out a line of safe reply that would not be inconsistent with his supposed character, the doorbell rang again. Ah! Now! Perhaps here was deliverance!The caller proved to be the Sunday school superintendent, Mr. Marlowe.“Mr. Murray, I hope I’m not too late,” he began, after the introductions. “I’ve been away in New York all the week. I just got back late last night, and I missed you this morning at the service. Mr. Harrison had some things to talk over, and when I looked around, you were gone. I’ve come over to see if you won’t take a class of boys in our Sunday school.
