"Mayor, could your black Irish laborers cook one more day in hellfire?"
"I'd turn and baste them for you, Father."
Father Peregrine nodded to the hills. "Then that's where we'll go."
There was a murmur from everyone.
"It would be so simple," explained Father Peregrine, "to go into town. I prefer to think that if the Lord walked here and people said, 'Here is the beaten path,' He would reply, 'Show me the weeds. I willmake a path.'"
"But----"
"Father Stone, think how it would weigh upon us if we passed sinners by and did not extend our hands."
"But globes of fire!"
"I imagine man looked funny to other animals when we first appeared. Yet he has a soul, for all his homeliness. Until we prove otherwise, let us assume that these fiery spheres have souls."
"All right," agreed the mayor, "but you'll be back to town."
"We'll see. First, some breakfast. Then you and I, Father Stone, will walk alone into the hills. I don't want to frighten those fiery Martians with machines or crowds. Shall we have breakfast?"
The Fathers ate in silence.
At nightfall Father Peregrine and Father Stone were high in the hills. They stopped and sat upon a rock to enjoy a moment of relaxation and waiting. The Martians had not as yet appeared and they both felt vaguely disappointed.
"I wonder----" Father Peregrine mopped his face. "Do you think if we called 'Hello!' they might answer?"
"Father Peregrine, won't you ever be serious?"
"Not until the good Lord is. Oh, don't look so terribly shocked, please. The Lord is not serious. In fact, it is a little hard to know just what else He is except loving. And love has to do with humor, doesn't it? For you cannot love someone unless you put up with him, can you? And you cannot put up with someone constantly unless you can laugh at him. Isn't that true? And certainly we are ridiculous
little animals wallowing in the fudge bowl, and God must love us all the more because we appeal to His humor."
"Inever thought of God as humorous," said Father stone.
"The Creator of the platypus, the camel, the ostrich, and man? Oh, come now!" Father Peregrine laughed.
But at this instant, from among the twilight hills, like a series of blue lamps lit to guide their way, came the Martians.
Father Stone saw them first. "Look!"
Father Peregrine turned and the laughter stopped in his mouth.
The round blue globes of fire hovered among the twinkling stars, distantly trembling.
"Monsters!" Father Stone leaped up. But Father Peregrine caught him. "Wait!"
"We should've gone to town!"
"No, listen, look!" pleaded Father Peregrine.
"I'm afraid!"
"Don't be. This is God's work!"
"The devil's!"
"No, now, quiet!" Father Peregrine gentled him and they crouched with the soft blue light on their upturned faces as the fiery orbs drew near.