"Good boy!" laughed Boss Holden, "And then?"
"They just laughed as though they had no sense, and guessed their kind o' Church waren't in these parts. I up and ast them what kind o' Church they wanted and they said 'Scientific.'"
"Bud, that thar waren't right nohow," spoke up John, colored chauffeur to the two rich old maids on the hill. "I heard Pastor Soffy tell my missus they war "Christian Scientissus."
"Christian Scientists!" exclaimed Mr. Allworth with dignified disapproval. "What next will come into our little town!"
"Well, I'm going to take the letter up anyway," declared Bessie. "Good-bye. I'll do my best for you, Mr. Allworth," and with this parting shot she was gone.
Up the hill walked Bessie, round, fair and rosy, with her laughing blue eyes vieing merriment with her dimpled cheeks.
Half way up the hill, she stopped at a large "homey" white house which stood about fifty feet back from the road. Its broad piazzas were simply furnished with chairs, tables, and plants, all arranged for convenience and comfort.
Bessie tripped up the few steps leading to the front door and rang the bell.
The object of her admiration, the young lady with the light brown curls, opened the door.
"Here's a letter for a Mrs. Hadly," said Bessie in her most friendly voice. "Will you please give it to her?"