“I expect that he belongs to a first-rate kind, my dear,” said Daddy.  “There are all kinds of religions, but the only one I respect is that of the simple, trusting soul.”

“I met Mrs. Barnett and asked her to come in to supper,” I informed Dad.  “We have plenty of canned chicken left and Susie’s brother brought in a lot of beautiful trout.  The man thought that fifteen cents a dozen would be about the right price, but he left it to me, and I couldn’t beat him down.  When he brought them Susie disdainfully informed him that fish was grub for poor people, and that we had lots of lovely things in cans.  I insisted on taking the trout.”

“If you continue to squander money in that way I’ll have to cut down your allowance,” threatened Daddy, whereupon I reminded him that he had never made me one and that I had always sent the bills to him.

He was laughing.  I think it’s the nicest thing in the world for a girl to be such pals with her father.  I wouldn’t give one of the nice grey hairs on his temples for all the nobility and gentry of Europe and the millionaires of America.  Then I went to get the chess-board and the dear man gave me all the pawns I wanted and proceeded to wipe the floor with me, as Harry says.  We played on till it began to get dark and Susie came in with the lamp which she placed in the bracket fastened to the wall.

“Like as not it’ll be rainin’ soon,” she announced.  “The swallers is flyin’ low and the wind he’ve turned to sou-east, so belike it’ll be pourin’ in a while.  How’s yer leg feelin’ the night, Mister, an’ is there anythin’ else I might be doin’ fer yer?”

“No thank you, Susie,” he replied.

“So long as parson’s comin’ I better make hot biscuits too.  He’s after likin’ them, an’ I kin open one o’ they little white crocks o’ jam.  He holds more’n what ye’d think a wee bit man the likes o’ he would manage to, though he don’t never fat up, an’ it goes ter show as grub makes brains with some folks, an’ blubber in others.”

I could make no answer to such highly scientific statements, and in a few moments a knock was heard at the door, upon which our handmaiden precipitated herself.

“Come right in,” she said.  “Don’t take notice if yer boots is muddy fer I’ll be scrubbin’ th’ floor ter-morrer.  Yer must have been ter the Widdy Walters, for they is a big puddle afore her door, even this dry weather we’ve had couple o’ days.  Come right in an’ welcome fer everybody’s glad ter see yer.”

Having thus amply done the honors Susie backed away and our two guests came in.  The parson actually had a dress-suit which smelt most powerfully of camphor balls and Mrs. Barnett wore something that must have been a dear little dress some years ago, in which she looked as sweet as sweet can be.  They were both smiling ever so brightly, and the little lump that was rising in my throat at the sight of these pathetic clothes went back to wherever is its proper place.