“I suppose I have, if you say so, Hepsey.”
“Yes sir, you’ve got to help me do it. No decent girl is goin’ into that house as it is, with my consent. It’s the worst old rat-trap I ever saw. I’ve got the 68 key, and I’m goin’ through it this afternoon, and then I’m goin’ to plan what ought to be done.”
“But it seems to me you’re venturin’ some. You don’t know they’re goin’ to be married.”
“No, but all the symptoms point that way, and we’ve got to be prepared for it.”
“But the people round town seem to think that Virginia has a first mortgage on the rector already.”
“No doubt she thinks she has; but it ’aint true. He’s made a blunder, though, not announcin’ his engagement, and I’m goin’ to tell him so the first chance I get. I don’t see why he should air his private affairs all over the town, but if he don’t announce his engagement before long, Virginia Bascom’ll make an awful row when he does.”
“Yes, and to the best of my knowledge and belief this’ll be her fifth row.”
“Well, you meet me at the rectory at two o’clock sharp.”
“But we ought to consult the vestry first,” the Junior Warden cautioned her.
“What for, I’d like to know?”