“Now you just sit there and get comfortable,” she said, patting my shoulder--(the second time in one night that a woman's hand had been that of an angel). “Maggie'll get you some supper. We had it all ready, expecting you on the six-ten. Hungry, aren't you?” Hungry! I could have gnawed a hole in a sofa to get at the straw stuffing. She drew up a chair, waited till her daughter had left the room, and said with a twinkle in her eyes: “Oh, I was glad you gave it to 'em the way you did, and when you sailed into that snivelling old Hard-shell deacon, I just put my hands down under my petticoats and clapped them for joy. There isn't anybody running anything up here. They don't have to pay for this lecture course. It was given to them by a man who is dead. All they think they've got to do is to dress themselves up. They're all officers; there's a recording secretary and a corresponding secretary and an executive committee and a president and two vice-presidents, and a lot more that I can't remember. Everyone of them is leaving everything to somebody else to attend to. I know, because I take care of all the lecturers that come. Only last winter a lady lecturer arrived here on a load of wood; she didn't lose her temper and get mad like you did. Maybe you know her; she told us all about the Indians and her husband, the great general, who was surrounded and massacred by them.” “Know her, Madam, not only do I know and love her, but the whole country loves her. She is a saint, Madam, that the good Lord only allows to live in this world because if she was transferred there would be no standard left.” “Yes, but then you had considerable cause. The hired girl next door--she sat next to my daughter--said she didn't blame you a mite.” (Somebody was on my side, anyhow.) “Now come in to supper.” The next morning I was up at dawn: I had to get up at dawn because the omnibus made only one trip to the station, to catch the seven-o'clock train. I went by the eight-ten, but a little thing like that never makes any difference in Sheffield. When the omnibus arrived it came on runners. Closer examination from the window of the cosey room--the bedroom was even more delightful--revealed a square furniture van covered on the outside with white canvas, the door being in the middle, like a box-car. I bade the dear old lady and her daughter good-by, opened the hall door and stood on the top step. The driver, a stout, fat-faced fellow, looked up with an inquiring glance. “Nice morning,” I cried in my customary cheerful tone--the dear woman had wrought the change. “You bet! Got over your mad?” The explosion had evidently been heard all over the village. “Yes,” I laughed, as I crawled in beside two other passengers. “You was considerable het up last night, so Si was tellin' me,” remarked the passenger, helping me with one bag. I nodded. Who Si might be was not of special interest, and then again the subject had now lost its inflammatory feature.