“Are your parents quite well?”
“They're so's to be around.”
“When did you come to the city?”
“This mornin'.”
“Do you stay any length of time?”
“I'm goin' back this afternoon.”
“You didn't expect to meet me now, did you?” asked Mr. Montgomery.
“I s'pose I'd orter know you,” said the perplexed youth, “but I can't think what your name is.”
“What! Not know Mr. Barnes, the minister of Hayfield Centre? Don't you remember hearing me preach for your minister?”
“Seems to me I do,” answered the young man, persuading himself that he ought to remember.