4/24 You may wag your silly Irish tail, but that don't take _me_ in. Well, the first thing you 'ave to do is take me to Bill." Godolphus was dashed; hurt, it may be, in his feelings. Being dumb, he could not plead that for three weeks daily he had kept watch on the hospital door; that, hungry, he had missed his meals for faith, which is the substance of things unseen; that, a few hours ago, having to choose between half-gods assured and whole gods upon trust--an almost desperate trust--he had staked against the odds. |