"Yep," said William Irons.
"Everybody seemed pleased?"
"Nope."
"No?" Shelby repeated, lifting his eyes. "And who was disgruntled?"
"The Widow Weatherwax."
"Ah! That's unfortunate," returned Shelby, blandly. "What is the widow's grievance?"
"She's put out because you told a story makin' light of drinkin' punch.
She belongs to all the temp'rance societies doin' business, you know."
"No; I didn't know."
"And she says none of her church 'll vote for you after your countenancin' such a cryin' sin."
"Her list of cardinal sins is extensive."