She went over to the telephone table and sat down. Soon John heard:
"What's that you say?"
"Laws-a-massey, he's real!"
A murmur was heard from the telephone. Then Drusilla, excitedly:
"He has letters and cards that prove that he is the Reverend Algernon Thompson, from Adams, and has given names in New York and you found out he is real."
Again the murmur.
"Wait a minute," said Drusilla; and turned to John.
"John, I've done it! That man's a preacher, after all, and he says he's goin' to sue me, and—and—John, what'll I do?"
John looked perplexed and ran his hand through his white hair.
"I'm sure I don't know, Drusilla—I'm sure—"