Bains had never been very observant of his daughter, but Floyd Naylor was not a liar, and it was with sharpened eyes that the deacon stumped into the house and found her standing by the churn, her arms hanging limp.
“Say, uh, say, uh, Lu, how’s things going with you and Brother Gantry?”
“Why, what do you mean?”
“You two engaged? Going to be engaged? He going to marry you?”
“Of course not.”
“Been making love to you, ain’t he?”
“Oh, never!”
“Never hugged you or kissed you?”
“Never!”
“How far’d he go?”