The Prodigal Father

In one of the cable tramway cars which, at a reverential pace, perambulate the city of Edinburgh, two citizens conversed. The winds without blew gustily and filled the air with sounds like a stream in flood, the traffic clattered noisily over the causeway, the car itself thrummed and rattled; but the voices of the two were hushed. Said the one – «It's the most extraordinary thing ever I heard of.» «It's all that,» said the other; «in fact, it's pairfectly incomprehensible