"There, there, you see? That's the way she goes on! I tell her who Christ is—I tell her time and again. Then what does she say? You tell Mother who Christ is."
"Christ's the Sun-God," lisped Sara.
"That's what she always says when she doesn't call him Crust! Jesus Crust is what she says and you want me to take her to Sunday School! You want I should have five fights on my hands with boys laughing at Sara?"
"Come, come," said Tom, "you nag your sister in the most awful fashion. Sara knows as well as you do that Christ is the Son of God. Why shouldn't she know? She's heard nothing else since she was born."
"Yes, why shouldn't she," echoed Robert gloomily, "and why shouldn't she know who George Washington is; and why shouldn't she know who Christopher Columbus is? Bet you Jamie knows. He knows more than Sara does and he's only three."
"I do know who George Washington is. He's the one who discovered America."
"There! You see? I won't go a place with her before she knows the difference between George Washington, Christopher Columbus, and Jesus Christ. I spend afternoons telling her—yes, and mornings, about which was the father of our country, and which discovered America, but she won't remember."
"And you know why I won't; and you know why I can't 'member, Robert Marcey! It's because those old men are none of 'em interesting."
