Some one told Rev. Daniel Blackton that supper was ready, and he
moved up to the head of the table, prepared to say grace. In honor
of Mrs. Henderson, who was one of the chief workers in the church,
her relative, Captain Spark, had been accorded a place next to the
minister,

"Come on up in the gallery now," said Bob to Ted. "We can see the
fun from there." Bob had been busy straightening the chairs near
the head of the table.

Just as the boys reached the gallery, the assembled diners took
their seats. The reverend gentleman stood up to say grace, and then
sat down.

"How long before it works ?" asked Ted.

"It's working now," replied Bob, "but you won't see the full effect
until he gets up."

"Think he'll make much of a fuss?"

"Naw. He's too good-natured. He'll only laugh."

The meal progressed. To and fro went the women with big plates of
food. Every one seemed to have a good appetite, and some young
people, who were hungry, began to think the grown folks would never
get done.

But at last there was a general scraping of chairs as they were
pushed back.