“Well,” he said, “I believe I can better guess where mother would put those writing materials than you could, after all. I’ll hunt them up.”
As he passed, Jennie took him by the hand and pulled him down on the arm of her chair.
“Jim,” she said, “don’t be mean to me! You know you wouldn’t do such a wicked, wicked thing at this time as to leave the people here.”
“All right,” said Jim, “whatever you say is the law.”
When Jennie spoke again things had taken place which caused her voice to emanate from Jim’s shirt-front.
“Did you hear,” said she, “what Angie Talcott asked?”
“M’h’m,” said Jim.
“Well,” said Jennie, “now that I’m married can I go on being county superintendent?”
There was a long silence.
“Would you like to?” asked Jim.