"Such as it is," replied Miss Higgins.
"Could you arrange to call out for me in an hour or so?" asked McAllister.
"I reckon I kin," said the Deacon with some reluctance. "I'll hev ter charge ye fifty cents."
"Of course," said McAllister.
Wilkins took down the parcels, and the Deacon drove slowly away.
"I'll scrape somethin' together in a few minutes," said Miss Higgins. "How much was that telegram?"
"Oh, that's all right!" said the abashed clubman.
"No, it ain't. Money's money. Was it ez much ez a quarter?"
McAllister acknowledged the amount.
"I thought so," commented Miss Higgins. "It was wuth it." She had the money all ready and handed it to McAllister.