Augusta, leaning on her husband's arm, looked down meekly from a pair of wicked twinkling eyes--she could be a sweet clinging creature if she wished, and this was her special charm to Deacon Hall.
Suddenly she raised her gaze and looked winningly into Bill Hopkin's face.
"I suppose you won't give me the money I asked you for, to aid Skinner," she said slowly.
"I'll send you the check to-morrow morning," and Bill Hopkins' big shoulders disappeared through the open door.
* * * * * "It frightened me at first," exclaimed Deacon Hall to his wife afterward, "but, as your voice went up and up, I knew my little woman would win, God bless her."
"And we'll win about poor Skinner too," rejoined Augusta. "Every man and woman so far has agreed to help a little, and I don't want you to try to drive the squatters from our lake property."
Here her words were checked by a sudden thought which darkened her eyes--she burst forth with a rich low laugh: "That'll make two triumphs over my haughty parson."