He tried to put the book in Frank's hand. "Our ministry is costly, brother. If you could make a small contribution. . ."

Frank shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said. He pulled his hands back to avoid the book.

"I'm sorry for you."150.

But the boy had already lost interest and, with the book ready, walked toward a young, dark haired girl wearing blue jeans and carrying a knapsack.

Wordlessly, the Hardys left the airport and went home.151.