“Oh—Chicago! My! I’d be scared to death!”
“Well, I’ll have to take you there some day and show you the town! Guess folks would talk about their bad old preacher then!”
They both laughed heartily.
“But seriously, Lulu, what I want to know is—uh— Oh! What I wanted to ask you: Do you think I ought to come down here and hold Wednesday prayer-meetings?”
“Why, I think that’d be awfully nice.”
“But, you see, I’d have to come down on that ole hand-car.”
“That’s so.”
“And you can’t know how hard I got to study every evening at the Seminary.”
“Oh, yes, I can imagine!”
They both sighed in sympathy, and he laid his hand on hers, and they sighed again, and he removed his hand almost prudishly.