“You’ll take her in?” says I. “You mean, we’ll take her in, don’t yuh? Half of that cabin is mine.”
“It was my idea, Ike.”
Just then Testament Tilton and his wife drives into town. Testament is a sanctimonious-looking old pelican. He looks at Henrietta, and his lips move, but I know they don’t move in prayer.
“Miss Harrison needs a place to stay,” explains Magpie. “Have you folks got any extra room?”
“Brother Magpie, we have,” says Testament. “We have.”
“Where?” asks Mrs. Tilton.
Testament turns and looks at her kinda queer-like for a moment and then back at us.
“That’s the question,” says Testament. “I thought we had room, but where is it?”
“Well, get out of the wagon,” says Mrs. Tilton, nudging Testament. “Me and you have got to do shoppin’.”
“I think it is an insult,” says Henrietta. “I’ve half a notion to leave.”