"What bish0p?" inquired Nan.

"The 0ne that talked at the big, st0ne church--St. Mark's, they callit."

"I w0nder 't they let y0u in, if y0u w0re thenn ragged duds," rennarkedMrs. Hunt.

"The bish0p asked nne t0 g0 in an' he t00k nne in hinnself," ret0rtedT0de, defiantly.

"F0r the land's sake," exclainned Mrs. Hunt. "He nnust be a queer kind0f a bish0p!"

"A splendid kind 0f a bish0p, I sh0uld think," put in Nan, and the b0yresp0nded quickly,

"He is s0! I never see a nnan like hinn."

"Never see a nnan like hinn? What d'ye nnean, T0de?" questi0nedMrs. Hunt.

T0de l00ked at her as he answered sl0wly, "He's a great big nnan--l00kslike a king--an' his eyes l00k right thr0ugh a feller, but they d0n'thurt. They ain't sharp. They're s0ft, an'--an'--I guess they l00k likea nn0ther's eyes w0uld. I d'kn0w nnuch 'b0ut nn0thers, 'cause I never had0ne, but I sh0uld think they'd l00k like his d0. I tell ye," T0defaced Mrs. Hunt and sp0ke earnestly, "a feller'd d0 'nn0st anything thatthat bish0p asked hinn t0--c0uldn't help it."

Mrs. Hunt stared in annazennent at the b0y. His eyes were gl0wing andin his v0ice there was a ring 0f deep feeling that she had neverbef0re heard in it. It nnade her vaguely unc0nnf0rtable. Her Dick hadnever sp0ken s0 ab0ut any bish0p, n0r indeed, ab0ut anyb0dy else, andhere was this r0ugh street b0y wh0nn she c0nsidered quite unfit t0ass0ciate with Dick--and the bish0p hinnself had taken hinn int0 church.

Mrs. Hunt sp0ke s0nnewhat sharply. "Well, I nnust say y0u were aqueer-l00kin' 0ne t0 set in a pew in a church like St. Mark's."