“I wonder if you and Miss Maggie would sing somethin’. I git a reg'lar cravin’ to hear good music.”
Mrs. Taylor laid down her work with a pleased expression.
“Certainly, Clarence. Is there anything in particular?”
“If it ain’t too much trouble, I’d like, 'Oh, Think of the Home Over There.'”
“I’m delighted that your mind sometimes turns in that direction. I’ve sometimes feared, Clarence, that you were not religious.”
Mr. Teeters looked pained at the suggestion.
“I don’t talk about religion much,” he replied earnestly, “but there’s somethin’ come up the last few days that set me thinkin’ pretty serious.”
Mrs. Taylor looked her curiosity.
“It’s a turrible thing,” Teeters wagged his head solemnly, “to see a feller layin’ on his death-bed denyin’ they’s a Hereafter.”
“Why, how dreadful! Who is it?”