almost all of the time. I guess that made it pretty hard for the missis
and the kids."

At this point the Widow Martin came in to lay the table for tea. Mr.
Sleighter took the hint and rose to go.

"You will do us the pleasure of staying for tea, Mr. Sleighter?" said
Mrs. Gwynne earnestly.

"Oh, do," said the youngest little girl, Nora, whose snapping black eyes
gleamed with eager desire to hear more of the wonderful western land.

"Yes, do, and tell us more," said the boy.

"I hope you will be able to stay," continued Mrs. Gwynne.

Mr. Sleighter glanced at her husband. "Why, certainly," said Mr. Gwynne,
"we would be glad to have you."

Still Mr. Sleighter hesitated. "Say, I don't know what's come over me. I
feel as if I had been on the stump," he said in an embarrassed voice.
"I ain't talked to a soul about that country since I left. I guess I got
pretty full, and when you pulled the cork, out she come."

During the tea hour Mrs. Gwynne tried to draw her visitor out to talk
about his family, but here she failed. Indeed a restraint appeared to
fall upon him that nothing could dispel. Immediately after tea Mrs.
Gwynne placed the Bible and Book of Prayers on the table, saying,
"We follow the custom of reading prayers every evening after tea, Mr.
Sleighter. We shall be glad to have you join us."