Drusilla sat down wearily in a chair.
"Oh, John, it was another man from Adams. He said he was a preacher this time, and I had him arrested. It's upset me awful. Ring for William; I believe I'll take a glass of wine. I don't believe in spirits, but St. Paul says there's a time for everything, and this is the time."
Drusilla was silent as she sipped the wine; then finally she looked up at John wistfully:
"John, do you think I'd ought to 'a' done it?"
"Certainly, Drusilla. The doctor told you to have any one arrested who asked you for money, claiming to be from your old home. He said you mustn't get the reputation of being easy, or you'd be bothered to death."
"Yes, I know; but then—"
"You did just right, Drusilla; so don't worry."
Drusilla sighed.
"I hate to do it, but I suppose I must. He didn't look a bit like a preacher, and he said his name was Algernon. He'd ought to be arrested for the name if for nothin' else, hadn't he?"
John laughed.