He had been at work on the _Advance_ locals for the Wednesday paper, two and three-line items to tell of the trivial going and coming of nobodies which he was wont to set up with an accompaniment of satirical comment on small-town activities.

He had broken off in the midst of perpetuating in brevier type the circumstance that Adelia May Simsbury was home from normal school over Sunday to visit her parents, Rufus G.Simsbury and wife, north of town.
"I'll go with you," Dave told Julius Farrow.

"I can always find a little time for bankers.

I never kept one waiting yet, and I won't begin now.
Ask any of em--they'll tell you I come when called." Julius looked puzzled, but offered no comment.

Dave doffed his green eye-shade and his apron of striped ticking, hastily dampened his hands in the tin washbasin and wiped them on a roller towel rich in historic associations.