"Well, he's safe enough," muttered Marty, starting for the shed.
CHAPTER VIII
LOTTIE SEEKS A FRIEND
Elder Concannon came in apparently in a cheerful mood. He was not a frequent caller at the Day house; he never had been, indeed. But he liked to play a game of checkers with Janice, whom he considered quite a scientific player for a young person.
"I drove around by Brother Middler's on an errand—church business," explained the elder; "but he wasn't at home. Gone over to Bowling to marry a couple."
"Who air they?" asked Aunt 'Mira, at once interested.
"Every married woman is deeply int'rested in ev'ry other woman's marriage," Uncle Jason declared. "Havin' got one poor man inter captivity she's hopin' all her sisters'll have as good luck. Who is the poor feller that's got to do penance for his sins, Elder?"
"I don't see but you are both equally int'rested, Brother Day," chuckled the elder. "It's Sam Holder and Susie Pickberry."
"Another of them Pickberry gals gittin' merried, eh?" ejaculated Aunt 'Mira.
"Well, there are a lot of them to get married," the elder said. "All the Pickberrys had big families."