He had a short upper lip and a square lower jaw, and a way of glaring out of his convex glasses that gave a comical imitation of a bullfrog in debate.

This was the first occasion in the history of the town when he and Mr.Moseley had met in friendly concord.

For the last few days the united war upon a common enemy had knitted their souls in a bond of brotherly affection.
When the half-dozen preachers had assembled, Mr.Moseley rose with dignity.

"My dear brethren," he began impressively, "the occasion is one which permits of no trifling.

The dancing evil is one which has menaced our community for generations--a viper to be seized and throttled with a firm hand.