They tell me, but I don't know how true, that that
Tillman widder woman that come here from somewheres in Vermont
wanted to be baptized to-day, but the other converts declared
THEY wouldn't be, if she was!"
"Jed Morrill said they'd have to hold her under water quite a
spell to do any good," chuckled Uncle Bart from the front seat.
"Well, I wouldn't repeat it, Bartholomew, on the Sabbath day; not
if he did say it. Jed Morrill's responsible for more blasphemious
jokes than any man in Edgewood. I don't approve of makin' light
of anybody's religious observances if they're ever so foolish,"
said Aunt Abby somewhat enigmatically. "Our minister keeps
remindin' us that the Baptists and Methodists are our brethren,
but I wish he'd be a little more anxious to have our S'ceity keep
ahead of the others."
"Jed's 'bout right in sizin' up the Widder Tillman," was Mr.
Day's timid contribution to the argument." I ain't a readin' man,
but from what folks report I should think she was one o' them
critters that set on rocks bewilderin' an' bedevilin' men-folks
out o' their senses--SYREENS, I think they call 'em; a reg'lar
SYREEN is what that woman is, I guess!"
"There, there, Abel, you wouldn't know a syreen if you found one
in your baked beans, so don't take away a woman's character on
hearsay.
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