"Mr.
Boggs--Perhaps Mr.Boggs will enlighten us." Mr.Boggs arose with ponderous deliberation.
"Mr.Chairman," he said, "in one sense Mr.Hayes is right when he states the arrears to be seven hundred dollars--" "Five hundred dollars A'm tellin' ye," said Mr.Innes with the first sign of feeling he had shown.
"And Mr.Innes is also right," continued Mr.Boggs, ignoring the interruption, "when he makes the arrears five hundred dollars, the two hundred dollars difference being the quarterly revenue now due." "Next week," said Mr.Innes, reverting to his wonted calm.
"Exactly so," said the chairman, rubbing his hands amiably; "so that the seven hundred dollars we now owe--" This was too much even for the imperturbable Mr.Innes.
He arose in his place, moved out into the aisle, advanced toward the platform, and with arm outstretched, exclaimed in wrathful tones: "Mon, did ye no hear me tellin' ye?
I want nae mon to mak' me a le-ear." At this point Mr.Stewart Duff, who had come to convey his wife home, and had got tired waiting for her outside, entered the church.
"Oh, get on with the business," said Neil Fraser, who, although enjoying the scene, was becoming anxious for his dinner.

"The question what's to be done with the five hundred dollars' arrears.

I say, let's make it up right here.

I am willing to give--" "No, Mr.Chairman," shouted Mr.Hayes, who was notoriously averse to parting with his money, and was especially fearful of a public subscription.
"There is something more than mere arrears--much more--" "Ay, there is," emphatically declared Mr.McFettridge, rising straight and stiff.

"I'm for plain speakin'.