"Well, that is an inducement. But I am only going to be here a Sunday or two. My visit is almost over."
"Oh, well, it would please teacher."
Dave smiled again, and this Bart interpreted as the other half of the assent desired.
"Oh, I am so glad! I'll tell you where it is."
"W-e-l-l! It won't do any harm. I can go as visitor, and I suppose it would please my family--"
"Family?"
"My father and mother and sister, if they should know I had visited the Sunday school. Come along! We don't want to be late, you know. I'll be visitor, and perhaps they will want me to make a speech at the school. Ha! ha!"
Bart pulled Dave eagerly into the entry of the church, and then looked through the open door into the room where he knew the Sunday school met; for Bart had been a visitor once in that very same place.
"Oh, I see teacher," thought Bart, spying his friend in a seat not far from the door. Her back was turned toward him, but he had not forgotten the pretty summer hat with its fluttering ribbons of blue. Dave, with a smile, followed the little fellow, who was timorously conveying his prize to the waiting young lady. She looked up as Bart exclaimed, "Here, teacher! I've got one."
