" "Well, I don't know
what he told 'em, but it didn't mean anythin' to me. But maybe
your show is better'n his was," she added, trying to pacify him.
Douglas was undecided whether to feel amused or grateful for
Polly's ever-increasing sympathy. Before he could trust his
twitching lips to answer, she had put another question to him.
"Are you goin' to do a stunt while I am here?"
"I preach every Sunday, if that's what you mean; I preach this
morning."
"Is this Sunday?" she asked, sitting up with renewed energy and
looking about the room as though everything had changed colour.
"Yes."
"And YOU GOT A MATINEE?" she exclaimed, incredulously.
"We have services," he corrected, gently.
"WE rest up on SUNDAYS," she said in a tone of deep
commiseration.
"Oh, I see," he answered, feeling it no time to enter upon
another discussion as to the comparative advantages of their two
professions.
"What are you goin' ter spiel about to-day?"
"About Ruth and Naomi."
"Ruth and who?"
"Naomi," he repeated.
"Naomi," she echoed, tilting her head from side to side, as she
listened to the soft cadences of the word. "I never heard that
name afore. It 'ud look awful swell on a billboard, wouldn't
it?"
"It's a Bible name, honey," Mandy said, eager to get into the
conversation.
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