No, he couldn't stay for supper.
Miss Pepper went into the kitchen, and Abishai saw the visitor to the door.

Ellery extended his hand and Kyan shook it with enthusiasm.
"Wa'n't it fine ?" he whispered.

"Talk about your miracles! Godfreys mighty! Say, Mr.Ellery, don't you ever tell a soul how it really was, will you ?" "No, of course not." "No, I know you won't.

You won't tell on me and I won't tell on you.
That's a trade, hey ?" The minister stopped in the middle of his step.
"What ?" he said, turning.
Mr.Pepper merely smiled, winked, and shut the door.

John Ellery reflected much during his homeward walk.
The summer in Trumet drowsed on, as Trumet summers did in those days, when there were no boarders from the city, no automobiles or telephones or "antique" collectors.