"Whe-hee-hee-hee! You going to be tied up here for the
grass-flies to bite too? Where do you come from, and why don't you
kick your folks for going to afternoon meeting in hot June time?"
The pilot of the caravan had helped take horse-thieves in his time,
and he considered this a similar excursion. He dismounted swiftly,
but with an air of caution, and as he let down the carriage steps,
said he thought they better surround the house.
But Mrs. Tracy reached the ground as if she did not see him, and ran
through the open gate with her black draperies flowing in a rush
behind her. Robert Day and aunt Corinne were anxious to follow, and
the man tied Grandma Padgett's horses to a rail fence across the
road, while some protest was made among the fly-bitten row against
the white cover of Zene's moving-wagon.
Although Bobaday felt excited and eager as he trotted up the grass
path after Mrs. Tracy, the spirit of the country Sunday-school came
out of doors to meet him.
There were the class of old men and the class of old women in the
corner seats each side of the pulpit, and their lesson was in the Old
Testament. The young ladies listened to the instruction of the smart
young man of the neighborhood, and his sonorous words rolled against
the echoing walls.
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