“I'll bet them men wuz a-practisen' their new parts of men superentendents, and look on us as a lot of deaconesses.”
“Wall,” sez Sister Gowdy—she loves to put on Arvilly—“wall, you have got one qualificatin', Arvilly!”
“Yes, thank the Lord,” sez she.
And I never asked what she meant, but knew well enough that she spoke of her single state. But Arvilly has had chances, I think.
