'"
There was a chime of delighted laughter in many keys. The company felt
the ease of unrestricted speech. They wished the nooning might be
indefinitely prolonged.
"Sometimes I think she sets out to make him believe she's wuss 'n she
is," remarked Mrs. Cole. "Remember how she carried on, last Sabbath?"
"I guess so!" returned Mrs. Page. "You see, Tilly, he's kind o' pushin'
her for'ard to make her seem more suitable,--he'd like to have her as
old as the hills!--an' nothin' would do but she must go into the Bible
class. Ain't a member that's under fifty, but there that little young
thing sets, cheeks red as a beet, an' the elder asks her questions,
when he gits to her, as if he was coverin' on her over with cotton
wool. Well, last Sabbath old Deacon Pitts--le's see, there ain't any o'
his folks present, be they?--well, he was late, an' he hadn't looked at
his lesson besides. 'T was the fust chapter in Ruth, where it begins,
'In the days when the judges ruled.' You recollect Naomi told the two
darters they'd got to set sail, an' then the Bible says, 'they lifted
up their voice an' wept.' 'Who wept?' says the parson to Deacon Pitts,
afore he'd got fairly se'down. The deacon he opened his Bible, an'
whirled over the leaves.
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