"Yes'm," said Bart eagerly, "if--if granny and gran'sir would let me."
"Where are they? You let me ask them."
"She's got a lot of tunes in her voice," thought Bart, eagerly leading the young lady into the presence of granny and gran'sir.
They were in a flutter at the advent of so much beauty and grace, and gave a ready permission.
"Now, Bartie--that is your name, I believe--"
"Yes'm."
"I shall expect you next Sunday down at that brick church, Grace Church, just on the corner of Front Street."
"I know where it is."
"And one thing more. Do you suppose you could get anybody else to come?" asked the young lady.
"I'll try."