I thought maybe as you had a friend, doctor, a chicken--" "A chicken will be delicious," said the doctor, answering the question in her voice.

"Mrs.Sykes, let me present Professor Willits; Willits, Mrs.Sykes! Let me take the tray." Mrs.Sykes shook hands cordially.

"Land sakes!" she said.

"I thought you were a priest! Not that I really suspicioned that the doctor, good Presbyterian as he is, would know any such.

But priests is terrible wily.