The women folks is havin' a sale this very evenin' to raise cash to help the heathen." Eliph' Hewlitt arose from his chair and tucked the oilcloth-covered parcel that had been lying on his knees under his left arm.

He was a small man, and his movements were apt to be short and jerky.
"Missionary sale ?" he said briskly.

"I guess I'll go around and look in on it.

Strangers welcome, I suppose?
I'm rather fond of missionary sales, and I think the world and all of the heathen.

Think the ladies would like to see a stranger ?" Wilkins grinned.
"Pap," he said, "what you think?
Think they'll fall on his neck if he has any money?
From what I have experienced of them sales I figger to calculate that anybody that is anxious to buy gingham aprons an' sofa pillows is sure to be took by the hand and given a front seat.