"In fact," and Bill adopted his public tone to Hi's admiration and joy, "this here's a public institooshun" (this was Williams' own thunder), "condoocin' to the good of the community" (Hi slapped his thigh and squirted half way across the store to signify his entire approval, "and I cherish the opinion"—(delighted chuckle from Hi)—"that public men are interested in this concern."
"That's so! Right you are!" chorused the boys gravely.
Williams agreed, but declared he had thought of all this in making his calculation. But seeing it was a church, and the first church and their own church, he would make a cut, which he did after more figuring. Bill gravely took the slip of paper and put it into his pocket without a word. By the end of the week, having in the meantime ridden into town and interviewed the dealers there, Bill sauntered into the store and took up his position remote from Williams.
"You'll be wanting that sheeting, won't you, next week, Bill?" said Williams.
"What sheetin' 's that?"
"Why, for the church. Aint the logs up?"
"Yes, that's so. I was just goin' to see the boys here about gettin' it hauled," said Bill.
