“From the very first. He was not proud with me. He is so much like a woman that he had to tell somebody.”
“That proves how little you know of women,” was the woman’s unspoken comment.
“Now, for my last sensation. The First Church in Dunellen asks if I will accept a call.”
“O, Roger,” with a mingling of sensations.
“It is ‘O, Roger,’ I am torn in two.”
“One Roger for Bensalem and one for Dunellen.”
“I have known for some time that I might have the call. Dear old Dr. Kent has resigned. He told me he wanted to throw his mantle over me.”
“The salary is twenty-five hundred and parsonage,” remarked Marion.
“I suppose I am not above the consideration of salary. I cannot work at tent making.”
“Bensalem has had the best of you.”