"What do you call it?" from Logan, desperate with his efforts. "Have we had it before? What's its name?"
"Its name," said Miss Eustasia severely, "is the Highland Fling."
Emmy Lou found a moment before dispersal to interview Logan and Wharton. "What's the pledge? Have you taken it?"
"No, I haven't," said Logan, not so much curt as embittered, so one gathered, by his share in the afternoon.
Wharton was more explicit. "We don't have pledges at our Sunday school."
Emmy Lou knew another little boy, Albert Eddie. She went down to the corner the next morning to see him. If the truth be told, she still preferred the snugness of life over a grocery to a house in a yard.
Mrs. Dawkins, on what she called a pinch, went down in the grocery and helped. She was there this Saturday morning, and Maud with her. Sarah in the kitchen upstairs was mixing the Saturday baking in a crock, and Albert Eddie, being punished, was in a corner on a stool.
Politeness dictating that the person in durance be ignored, under these circumstances Emmy Lou immediately addressed herself to Sarah.
"What's the pledge? Do you know anybody who's taken it?"
Sarah brought Albert Eddie right into it, stool, corner, and all. "Albert Eddie can tell you for he's just taken one. He's been a bad boy again, and it wasn't catalpa cigars this time either. And after he's been warned. I've made him promise now. Albert Eddie, turn round here and say your pledge."