"Never mind." He thought: _I could quarrel with some of your theories,
Mister whom I may call Jonas._ "Well, tell me now what they taught you
of Abraham."
Both made again that circular motion at forehead and breast, and the
young man said with the stiffness of recitation: "Abraham was the Son
of Heaven, who died that we might live."
* * * * *
The girl, her obligations discharged with the religious gesture, tapped
the marimba shyly, fascinated, and drew her finger back sharply,
smiling up at Brian in apology for her naughtiness.
"He taught the laws, the everlasting truth of all time," the boy
recited, almost gabbling, "and was slain on the wheel at Nuber by
the infidels. Therefore, since he died for us, we look up across the
sun-path when we pray to Abraham Brown, who will come again."
Abraham _Brown_?