"Sure I will!" returned Bessie with enthusiasm. "Dandy! I'll prepare the way for you, Mr. Allworth, and see that they don't get any Presbyterian ideas ahead of time!"
Mr. Allworth smiled and nodded his head.
"Yer won't git those new people and don't yer fergit it!" piped up one dirty little bare-legged urchin, sidling up to Bessie. "I spent two hours helping them clear up the lawn. Gosh! They're darn swell, all righty! Gave me a fifty. What do yer think o' that? Fifty in two hours, eh, boss?"
"Boss" shoved the ten-year old aside kindly.
"Out o' the way, Bud! Let me get behind that counter, will you? Go home and tell your mother you need sewing up. What do you know about the new people?" he asked, eyeing Bud whimsically, while he delved into the sugar tin.
"Whole lot, all righty! I told 'em I pumped the organ in Mr. Soffy's church, and ast them would they like ter see me."
The buzzing had completely stopped and all hands were at attention.
"And they said?" asked Boss Holden.
Bud swelled with the importance of delivering town news.
"They ast me what kind o' Church it was. I says, 'Sure, the kind yer pray in. What d' yer think?'"