"That's right. Do so. Good-bye."
"Good-bye."
Bart was puzzled to know whom to solicit for the Sunday school. Gran'sir was so much interested in the young lady that Bart concluded gran'sir would be willing to go if asked and if well enough; but Bart concluded that gran'sir was too old, and he said nothing. Sunday itself, on his way to the church, Bart saw a recruit. It was Dave Fletcher.
"Oh, you will go with me, won't you? I haven't anybody yet," he said eagerly.
"What do you mean?" replied the wondering Dave.
"Oh, go to Sunday school with me. I said I would try to bring some one."
Dave smiled, and Bart interpreted the smile as one half of an assent.
"Oh, do go! I said I would try. And she's real pretty."
"Who? your teacher?"
"Yes."