The bishop leaned back in his well-worn, leather chair almost with a sigh. He felt that the new broom was about to begin sweeping again. "Tom Kettle, the blind man?" he asked. "Blind?" said Dr. Dayton. "Are you sure he ever was blind?" "Why, yes," said the bishop. "I am as morally sure of it as I can be of anything." "To be morally sure and actually sure are two very different things," said Dr. Dayton. "What do you really know of this man and his family?" Dr. Dayton often catechised Bishop Caiaphas in this way, and the bishop did not like it. It did not seem right that he should be so questioned and cross-questioned by the man whom he himself had installed in the vacant pulpit of the Church of the Advent; but he answered very patiently. "I am afraid that Tom Kettle is a sad black sheep. As for his parents, I have always found them good, decent, respectable people. We--Mrs. Caiaphas and I--have known them almost ever since we have come here." "Have you often given clothes to them?" pursued Dr. Dayton, remorselessly. The bishop winced uncomfortably. He fingered the papers on his desk. "I believe," he said, "now and then Mrs. Caiaphas has given clothes to Martha Kettle." Dr. Dayton laughed. "I am sure she has," he said. "As for Mrs. Kettle, she is, indeed, a very thrifty woman. Perhaps you do not know, bishop, that for some time past she has been habitually selling the clothes that Mrs. Caiaphas has given to her. She sells them to the poorer neighbors in the house in which she lives. She cleans them and mends them, and then sells them." Bishop Caiaphas could not believe this. "Oh, doctor," he said, "surely you are mistaken in this. I have known Martha Kettle intimately for years, and I cannot believe she would do such a thing." Dr. Dayton laughed again. "My dear friend," he said, laying his hand on the bishop's shoulder, "the fact is that your warmly affectionate nature lays you peculiarly open to the attacks of designing people. Only yesterday this woman sold a black dress that Mrs. Caiaphas had given her to a poor sewing-woman on the flat above. A great many little things make me think that these Kettles are more sly than simple. The poor people in the parish have seen that they were--if I may so phrase it--pets of yours and of Mrs. Caiaphas's, and many things that you might have known have been kept from you because they were afraid to tell."