“I’d drive at a hundred, hours on end,” declared Black, “to have you fall in with my schemes like that. Good-night, Tom, and we’ll organize that club to-morrow.”
“To-day, you mean.” Tom reluctantly gave his motor the signal.
“To-day. At eight o’clock to-night. Be on hand early, will you, Tom—to help me make things go from the start?”
“I’ll be sitting on your doorstep at seven thirty.”
“Good. I’ll open the door at seven twenty-nine. Good-night, Tom.”
“Good-night, Mr. Black.”
But so slowly did Tom drive away that he was not out of sight of the manse when the door closed on his friend the minister.
CHAPTER VI
HIGH LIGHTS
“THERE!” said Jane Ray, turning on one last golden electric bulb cunningly concealed. “I’ve used every device I know to make the showing tell. Is it effective? Does it all count, Mrs. Burns? I’ve studied it so much I don’t know any more.”
Mrs. Redfield Pepper Burns stood beside Miss Ray at one end of the long shop—a shop no longer—and looked down it silently for a full minute before she spoke. Then: