"How's Burkhardt?"
"All right."
"He's been made deacon—not?"
"Yeh."
"If mine had lived, he'd the makin' of a pillar. Once label a man with hard drinkin', and it's hard to get justice for him. There never was a man had more the makin' of a pillar than mine, dead now these sixteen years and molderin' in his grave for justice."
"Yes, Mrs. Scogin."
"You can lean back against that bow."
"Thanks."
"So Burkhardt's been made deacon."
"Three years already—you was at the church."