“What's that?”
“Oh, nothin', nothin'. Just talk, I guess. Well, Jeth, I won't keep you any longer. Goin' to hang on to YOUR four hundred Development stock, I presume likely?”
“Yes. I shall sell that at a profit. Not a big profit, but a profit.”
“Sho! Is that so? Who told you?”
“It was,” the gruff voice became solemn, “it was revealed to me.”
“Revealed to you? Oh, from up yonder, up aloft, eh?”
“Raish,” sharply, “don't you dare be sacrilegious in my presence.”
“No, no, not for nothin', Cap'n. So you had a message from the sperit world about that stock, eh?”
“Yes. It bade me be of good cheer and hold for a small profit. When that profit comes, no matter how small it may be, I'll sell and sell quick, but not sooner.... But there, I've profaned the Lord's day long enough. I came over here this mornin' to visit Julia's grave. There was a scoffer in our pulpit, that young whippersnapper from Wapatomac had exchanged with our minister and I didn't care to hear him.”
“Oh, I see. So you come over to your wife's grave, eh?”