“Elder, I spect?” sed I.
“Yay,” he said.
“Helth’s good, I reckon?”
“Yay.”
“What’s the wages of a Elder, when he understans his bisness—or do you devote your sarvices gratooitus?”
“Yay.”
“Stormy night, sir.”
“Yay.”
“If the storm continners there’ll be a mess underfoot, hay?”
“Yay.”