"We haven't any, we—"
The girls' faces paled. "Haven't any? You mean—"
"I mean we're to stay in Mount Mark."
"Stay in—What?"
"Mount Mark. They—"
"They extended the limit," cried Connie, springing up.
"No," he denied, laughing. "They made me a presiding elder, and we're—"
"A presiding elder! Father! Honestly? They—"
"They ought to have made you a bishop," cried Carol loyally. "I've been expecting it all my life. That's where the next jump'll land you. Presiding elder! Now we can snub the Ladies' Aid if we want to."
"Do you want to?"