Ebenezer fingered the leaves of the book he held.
"I've the happenings of a week to tell you, Deforrest," he stated deliberately, as if dismissing the former subject.
Professor Young bent down and slipped off his overshoes.
"I'm awfully tired, old chap," said he. "Won't they keep till morning? I'd like a bite to eat, and then—then bed." He smiled at his sister. "How about something to eat, sis, dear?"
"Helen, go see about supper for your brother," ordered Ebenezer.
Mrs. Waldstricker, seemingly glad to escape, left the room quickly.
"Fire ahead, Eb," said Young. "I suppose I might as well hear it now as any time."
"You sent Parson Griggs a letter for me to vote in your name?"
"Of course," responded Young. "I knew Helen was interested in the Christmas festival, and I thought you'd do as well as I."
"And so I did, brother," replied Ebenezer, pompously, "and your vote turned the tide into the channel God wanted it. Some members allowed their human feelings to run away with 'em."