“Hello!” he exclaimed in surprise. “You? I wondered who it could be. My visitors are sure getting amazing plentiful.”
Davis walked into the room.
“Kinder thought I’d come round and chin with ye this morning,” he grinned. “Sunday’s always a punk day fur me. I hate the sound of church bells. Went to see Bunk, but he’d gone off somewhere a’ready.”
“So you accepted me as a last resort,” laughed Rod. “Well, I’m afraid I won’t have much time to chin.”
“Why not? What you doin’? I see you’re dressin’ all up in your best bib and tucker. Goin’ somewhere?”
“Yes, to church.”
“What-at?” cried Spotty incredulously. “You don’t mean it!”
“I sure do.”
“Why, I didn’t know you ever ’tended church.”
“I haven’t as much as I should since coming to Oakdale,” admitted Rodney; “but you see my aunt is very peculiar, and she seldom goes. This morning she conceived a sudden desire to attend, and asked me if I’d go with her. That’s why I’m shifting over into my glad rags now.”