"That's jes' it! An' that's why I won't pump that organ any more!"
Venna turned to Bessie.
"I can't visit with you now, dear. Did you know baby was very sick?"
"Baby is sick, is she?" spoke up Bud. "How'd you feel if she died?"
Venna trembled at the suggestion.
"We must all pray for her to get well. Bud."
"A lot o' good prayin' ull do!" declared Bud defiantly. "Did it help Flip? You better git the doctor hustlin' or she'll be a goner, too. Seems ter me there's lots a dyin' goin' on."
"There, there! Bud! Run along and ask Stella for some real sugar cookies. They'll change your thoughts."
"Never! Think I'm thet mean ter eat sugar cookies the day Flip died o' salvation? Ter-night—yer may see me helpin' round. Good-bye!"
Her visitors gone, Venna excused herself from the young missionaries and went upstairs. Perhaps she could persuade Anna.