_THE GLINT OF THE HEATHER_
Charlie dropped in for supper that evening. I don't remember whether
or not he was specially invited and it doesn't matter. He came while
everybody except myself was in the last stages of preparation for the
evening meal; I was in the hall as he came in.
The first thing that caught his eye--after me--was the clerical hat
that hung between two of uncle's broad-rimmed grays. He put it on and
made very merry over it. It was decidedly too large for him too; as
soon as he noticed that, he tipped it jauntily to the back of his
head--even then it looked big. The Reverend Gordon's attic was
certainly the best room in his bodily edifice.
"Your elder didn't turn up?" said Charlie.
"No, he didn't come."
"And you got the clergyman?"