Broad, and be summoned to attend the
meeting?"
"What do you say, Brother Bushel?"
"Don't see no use in it. All very well them lawyers"--a snap at
Scotton--"come and argyfy--I hate argyfying, I do myself--never seed
no good on it. Get rid of a man--I do. 'Sickly sheep infects the
flock and pisons all the rest.'" These last words formed part of a
hymn of which Brother Bushel was fond.
"What do you say, Brother Wainwright?"
Brother Wainwright, although he could do nothing but agree with
Brother Bushel, and never did anything but agree with him, preferred
to make a show of reflection. He again looked in his hat, shut his
mouth fast; again scratched his head; again shook it a little, and
with another jerk, as if announcing a conclusion at which he had
arrived with great certainty, but after a severe mental effort, he
said:
"Oi go with Brother Bushel, Oi do."
"Well," said Scotton, extending his legs again and gazing at the
ceiling, "I must nevertheless be permitted to adhere--"
"Adhere," interrupted Bushel. "What's the use of talking like that?
You always adhere--what for, I should like to know?"
Scotton went on with dignity, not noticing the attack.
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