"Look well at them as they pass," said the instructor; "you may
recognize them."
They walked with the sprightliness of youth though their hair was white
as snow. They smiled at the children as they passed.
"Two of the faces are familiar," remarked Remand, "but the third is
strange. Surely, surely--"
"Surely you did not expect to see George Washington and Martin Luther in
the flesh, walking and talking as other men?"
"Never."
"It is they."
"And the third?"
"The third is Socrates of old."
"What is their mission?"
"They are about to speak to the children. They have been at the school
of the prophets all morning, and now they come from the high school
yonder. You see what advantages today's students of history have."
"Has the knowledge of God exalted men to the society of resurrected
beings?"
"Your senses do not deceive you," was the reply.
"Now I must go," said the instructor. "Farewell, and peace be with
you."
He went into the house again, the three following directly, but they saw
nothing more of him.
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