"Parson," Hunch said, meeting the reverend gentleman at the church door, "what der yer think crazy Bill Kellar's got inter his head now?"
"I am sure I cannot imagine. A crazy man's notions are hard to guess."
"He still thinks the devil's got him by the ear an' makes him play the fiddle in spite of hisself."
"That is his old delusion, and I'm afraid he will never be rid of it."
"But he thinks yer kin cure him, Parson."
"How?" asked the kindly man, much amused, but willing to be of assistance to the violinist.
"By givin' him a lock uv yer hair ter keep in the fiddle-box, and thet'll keep the devil out so he can't coax Bill."
"He wants a fetich," the clergyman replied sharply, not inclined to encourage the superstition.
"Oh! he's crazy enough ter want anythin'," Hunch remarked innocently, not knowing what a fetich was, but thinking it a queer name for a lock of hair.
The minister laughed. He did not think it wrong to humor the fancies of the insane, and so complied with the request.