"Dunno."
"I hope Billy ain't in any scrape."
"Same here."
"There ain't nothin' crooked about him."
"That's what I say, but there's lots of folks in town that'll believe anything, 'specially now he's goin' 'round with Miss Wallace some, same's I heard this mornin' he was doin'."
"She's all right, too," said Sam, enthusiastically.
"You bet," replied Alick. "Did you hear about the woman's club?"
"Some."
"What they goin' to do?"
"Well," Sam drawled, "near's I can make out, they're goin' to improve themselves, where there's room for improvement, and scatter blessin's 'round to other folks while they're doin' it. I heard that yesterday they voted ten dollars for a pink tea, and one dollar seventy-five for foreign missions, and—" Sam was interrupted by Mrs. Stout, who had approached unobserved by either of the gossipers.