because the little man's wandering feet could not find their way to
shelter, he wanted to know why little Jim was not in the choir. So
Grandma told him, and it was his turn to be puzzled.

"But I don't understand. The church is for the weak, the needy, the
blind, maimed and foolish who don't know how to seek happiness wisely.
The happy, strong, sensible people don't, as a matter of fact, need
looking after," said Cynthia's son.

"My!" laughed Grandma, "I believe I've heard that or read that
somewhere. Do they really practice that kind of religion in aged
India? In these parts the churches are still built by the good for the
good and the unfit have to shift for themselves."

But when he asked why Jim Tumley didn't have a piano to take up his
spare time and keep him out of harm's way, Grandma was a bit
scandalized.

"Why, people in Jim Tumley's circumstances don't own pianos. It
wouldn't be proper. A second-hand organ is all they have any right to
be ambitious for. Why, Mary Tumley would no more think of touching her
savings, of buying a piano, than I would think of buying a second black
silk or a diamond ring. So much style would be wicked."

"But if it would help to save the little man--if--"

"Well," smiled Grandma, "I'll mention it to Mary the very next time I
see her."

"Do. And while you are about it you might ask Jim to sing a solo for