“I’ve been talking to the minister about the services,” she said, placing the crock on the table. “The Ladies’ Aid meets this afternoon. I’m going.”
“You’d best get a life-preserver on.”
“Josiah, you shouldn’t talk like that. They do a lot of good. I ain’t been to one for years. It’s so Christian and nice to do things for others. That’s what Aid means, aiding some one else.”
“If I ain’t ’way off, most of the aiding business runs to the tongues of them present. Most women lean to tongue, excepting you, Clemmie.”
“Josiah, you ain’t fit for the minister to live with! You shouldn’t talk like that about the business of the Lord.”
“Cal’late I am sort of a heathen. But I’ll wager that you’ll find them there aiders interested in some things aside the business of the Lord.”
Miss Pipkin left him and hurried into the kitchen for broom and duster.
It was late in the afternoon when she had finished her house-cleaning, and sailed forth 154 in the direction of the church. The Captain was sitting on the front steps of the chapel, and rose to meet her as she turned in at the gate.
“I hope the meeting ain’t over,” she said, breathless.