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up for a whorish woman, I wonder what he is thinking this minute of his son?"

By this token the cashier knew that he had irritated his sister deeply; she never wondered what their father in Heaven would think of him unless she herself disapproved profoundly.

A vision of his father leaning over a wall of gold with a rather extra fine crown on his head and a harp neglected for the nonce while he surveyed the earth in general and Irontown in particular, to see what his son Perry was doing about the Teeftallow-Sutton scandal, flitted across the cashier's mind. He knew his dead father would approve his position, but he had a notion that his mother, who was also up there with a somewhat smaller and less gaudily ornamented crown and a less sonorous harp, would not approve if his father should chance to call her attention to the disturbance back in their old earthly home. The cashier trusted to the discretion of his beatified father not to mention the matter to his beatified mother because he felt sure that women are always a little unreasonable; as on earth, so they are in Heaven.