"Yes, the box, and the invitation for the children to visit her," said the minister. "You can't get around these facts without believing she's entirely changed."
"The what?" said the little widow.
"Why, the invitation for the children, at least three of them, to visit her," said the young man.
"An' where'd she say that, if you please?"
"Why, I just read it to you," he said, a trifle impatiently.
"Oh, no, excuse me, sir." The poor woman's head was now turning from side to side in bewilderment; the children, who had understood as little, beginning to clamor lustily for the bundles to be opened.
Upon this the Rev. Mr. St. John said, "Stop, this moment!" bringing down his foot, "Just as he slaps the Bible," whispered Elvira, who had been to church one eventful Sunday. "I will read it to you again," which he did.
"And now, what have you done with the check?"
"Check? I don't know what you mean," said the little widow, utterly incapable of understanding anything more after that invitation!
"Why, the check,—dear me,—the money she sent."