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Supper over and dishes hurried out of sight, the floor was once more cleared and the real business of the evening was resumed.,“Mother,” he resumed, “I know I must freeze to some sort of business, and that mighty soon, too. But a preacher—why, he can’t be like anybody. He never has any fun.”,CHAPTER IV THE TWO-LIGHT TIME,Her disappointment over Moses’ parsimony led her now to see the urgent necessity of ideas, vital ideas, in fact, ideas that could cause silver to flow to her empty coffers, or in other words her missionary box.,“Well, Miss Smith, are you alone here?”,“But it’s a secret,” she whispered in smothered distress. “Please to go!”,“Oh, Billy To-morrow! You won’t have half time enough to play. You’re a regular Mexican,—always mañana!”,CHAPTER XII.—THE AUTOGRAPH QUILT.,“Take care ole boy, you’ll trip on yer lip in another minute.”,“Mary an’ Martha hev jist gone along to ring them shinin’ bells.”,He went on, a little cautiously now, and shortly came in view of the “Ha’nt,” a sinister though imposing house, built of cut stone, close against the face of the most picturesque mountain of the range, bounding Vina Valley. The windows were curtained with cobwebs and dust. For years the wide front door had been nailed up with the same sun-bleached boards; and “Keep out!” spoke from every gray splinter.,Uplifted by limburger, Mr. Wopp grew emboldened, “Jist a mouthful of somethink don’t hurt nobody, an’ I’ll be asleep afore you kin say Jack Robinson, an’ ef I talk as loud as you snore, we’re even I reckon.”.