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"
What
does
he
always
want
to
go
around
saying
,
'
Praise
the
Lord
'
for
?
Other
people
do
n't
do
it
.
"
It
was
that
old
mass
yearning
for
a
likeness
in
all
things
that
troubled
them
,
and
him
.
Neither
his
father
nor
his
mother
was
like
other
people
,
because
they
were
always
making
so
much
of
religion
,
and
now
at
last
they
were
making
a
business
of
it
.
On
this
night
in
this
great
street
with
its
cars
and
crowds
and
tall
buildings
,
he
felt
ashamed
,
dragged
out
of
normal
life
,
to
be
made
a
show
and
jest
of
.
The
handsome
automobiles
that
sped
by
,
the
loitering
pedestrians
moving
off
to
what
interests
and
comforts
he
could
only
surmise
;
the
gay
pairs
of
young
people
,
laughing
and
jesting
and
the
"
kids
"
staring
,
all
troubled
him
with
a
sense
of
something
different
,
better
,
more
beautiful
than
his
,
or
rather
their
life
.
And
now
units
of
this
vagrom
and
unstable
street
throng
,
which
was
forever
shifting
and
changing
about
them
,
seemed
to
sense
the
psychologic
error
of
all
this
in
so
far
as
these
children
were
concerned
,
for
they
would
nudge
one
another
,
the
more
sophisticated
and
indifferent
lifting
an
eyebrow
and
smiling
contemptuously
,
the
more
sympathetic
or
experienced
commenting
on
the
useless
presence
of
these
children
.
"
I
see
these
people
around
here
nearly
every
night
now
--
two
or
three
times
a
week
,
anyhow
,
"
this
from
a
young
clerk
who
had
just
met
his
girl
and
was
escorting
her
toward
a
restaurant
.
"
They
're
just
working
some
religious
dodge
or
other
,
I
guess
.
"
"
That
oldest
boy
do
n't
wanta
be
here
.
He
feels
outa
place
,
I
can
see
that
.
It
ai
n't
right
to
make
a
kid
like
that
come
out
unless
he
wants
to
.
He
ca
n't
understand
all
this
stuff
,
anyhow
.
"
This
from
an
idler
and
loafer
of
about
forty
,
one
of
those
odd
hangers
-
on
about
the
commercial
heart
of
a
city
,
addressing
a
pausing
and
seemingly
amiable
stranger
.
"
Yeh
,
I
guess
that
's
so
,
"
the
other
assented
,
taking
in
the
peculiar
cast
of
the
boy
's
head
and
face
.
In
view
of
the
uneasy
and
self-conscious
expression
upon
the
face
whenever
it
was
lifted
,
one
might
have
intelligently
suggested
that
it
was
a
little
unkind
as
well
as
idle
to
thus
publicly
force
upon
a
temperament
as
yet
unfitted
to
absorb
their
import
,
religious
and
psychic
services
best
suited
to
reflective
temperaments
of
maturer
years
.
Yet
so
it
was
.
As
for
the
remainder
of
the
family
,
both
the
youngest
girl
and
boy
were
too
small
to
really
understand
much
of
what
it
was
all
about
or
to
care
.
The
eldest
girl
at
the
organ
appeared
not
so
much
to
mind
,
as
to
enjoy
the
attention
and
comment
her
presence
and
singing
evoked
,
for
more
than
once
,
not
only
strangers
,
but
her
mother
and
father
,
had
assured
her
that
she
had
an
appealing
and
compelling
voice
,
which
was
only
partially
true
.
It
was
not
a
good
voice
.
They
did
not
really
understand
music
.
Physically
,
she
was
of
a
pale
,
emasculate
and
unimportant
structure
,
with
no
real
mental
force
or
depth
,
and
was
easily
made
to
feel
that
this
was
an
excellent
field
in
which
to
distinguish
herself
and
attract
a
little
attention
.
As
for
the
parents
,
they
were
determined
upon
spiritualizing
the
world
as
much
as
possible
,
and
,
once
the
hymn
was
concluded
,
the
father
launched
into
one
of
those
hackneyed
descriptions
of
the
delights
of
a
release
,
via
self-realization
of
the
mercy
of
God
and
the
love
of
Christ
and
the
will
of
God
toward
sinners
,
from
the
burdensome
cares
of
an
evil
conscience
.
