"If he would only draw the line at being 'neat,' but he's getting a tummy like an alderman's!" Margaret anxiously declared.
They laughed together over the joke and the old woman looked up fondly into the bright, sweet face at her side.
"You always cheer me up, dearie, when you come. The others never talk to me about nothin' except how I'm a-goin' to make my will, and how I'm spendin' so much of my income, and how extravagant you fitted up this house for me with money that was rightly theirn; and oh, my dear, I got so tired of hearin' about the money off of 'em! The only other thing they ever want to talk about——"
She stopped short and closed her lips.
"Is the wicked, designing Jezebel that Danny has for a wife! Oh, yes, I know. It's too bad, my dear, that they should fret you so! But perhaps now that you can tell them your will is made, they'll stop teasing you. I'm going to bring the babies in to see you this afternoon. I must run along now; I have to go downtown and get Sonny some new booties; he chewed up the last pair and they didn't agree with him."
Again the old woman laughed delightedly. Margaret could not realize what a refreshment and comfort she was to her.
"But before you go, Margaret, I want to ast you what Hiram means by this here postal card I got off of him this morning in the mail."
Margaret took the card offered to her and read:
"D. V. will come to see you Saturday to read the Scriptures with you and have prayer with you.
"In haste, your affectionate son,
"REV. HIRAM LEITZEL."