"I don't recollect," she said, "that the apostles did much strawberry festivalin'; they had other things to attend to." Lute, however, was going and if he had been invited to a Presidential reception he could not have been much more excited.

He was dressed and ready at supper time, although the festival did not begin until seven-thirty.
"Think I'm all right, Dorindy, do you ?" he queried, anxiously turning himself about for his wife's inspection.

"How about these new pants?
Fur enough down on my boots, be they ?" Dorinda looked him over with a critical eye.

"Um-hm," she observed, "that end of 'em seems to be all right.

But I cal'late the upper end ain't been introduced to your vest yet.