“Honest, Mr. Gantry, I don’t believe they could change the program now.”
“Oh, well, it doesn’t matter. Sit down and tell me how the choir practise went tonight. Bet it went swell, with you pounding the box!”
“Oh, now,” as she perched lightly on the edge of the bed, “you’re just teasing me, Mr. Gantry!”
He sat beside her, chuckling bravely, “And I can’t even get you to call me Elmer!”
“Oh, I wouldn’t dare, Mr. Gantry! Miss Falconer would call me down!”
“You just let me know if anybody ever dares try to call you down, Lily! Why—— I don’t know whether Sharon appreciates it or not, but the way you spiel the music gives as much power to our meetings as her sermons or anything else.”
“Oh, no, you’re just flattering me, Mr. Gantry! Oh, say, I have a trade-last for you.”
“Well, I—oh, let’s see—oh, I remember: that Episcopalopian preacher—the big handsome one—he said you ought to be on the stage, you had so much talent.”
“Oh, go on, you’re kidding me, Mr. Gantry!”
“No, honest he did. Now, what’s mine? Though I’d rather have you say something nice about me!”