“Prove all things and hold fast to what’s good,” he says. “Why don’t you get some of our books and study ’em?”
He led us over to where they had the books and I looked at some o’ them. One was the Flyin’ Roll , and another was the Livin’ Roll o’ Life , and another was the Rollin’ Ball o’ Fire .
“If you had some books about coffee you could make a breakfast on ’em,” I says.
Well, we stuck round there till pretty near six o’clock and talked to a lot o’ different ones and ast ’em all kinds o’ questions; and they answered ’em all with verses from Scripture that had nothin’ to do with what we’d ast.
“We got a lot of information,” says the Wife on the way back to St. Joe. “We don’t know no more about ’em now than before we come.”
“We know their politics,” I says.
“How?” she ast me.
“From the looks of ’em,” I says. “They’re unanimous for Hughes.”
We found Bess all alone, settin’ in the lobby o’ the hotel.
“Where’s your honey man?” I ast her.
She turned up her nose.
“Don’t call him my honey man or my anything else,” she says.
“Why, what’s the matter?” ast the Missus.
“Nothin’ at all’s the matter,” she says.
“Maybe just a lovers’ quarrel,” says I.