I stepped back into the kitchen and told Fairfax not to get supper that night, as we were all going to the village to a church supper.
“Yes’m,” said Fairfax.
“I want you to be ready to start at a quarter to six,” I added, glancing at the clock.
“Who, me?” said Fairfax, with a little start.
“Yes,” I answered, a little surprised. “Didn’t you hear me say I wanted us all to go?”
Fairfax looked at me searchingly, “Where’ll I get my supper?”
“Why, they usually have the church suppers out on the church green unless it rains, and then they go down to the basement rooms.”
Fairfax said apathetically, “No’m, they don’t want me.”
I saw now what was in his mind, and said, to set him right, “Oh, yes, they do. You know the people around here haven’t any of those notions. Come on.”