"Hush and sit still, Ophelia! Sit still!" That was Miss Dink.
"No, Wes! I don't care if you are the Justice of the Peace!
He'll kill you! You heard him say it, didn't you?" That couldn't
be anybody except Miss Lida Belle.
"I gotta go!"
Mister Goode hollered, "Wes, you'd better stay right here in
this church! They can handle him! I'll go phone the sheriff
myself!"
Mister Shepherd grabbed up Captain Jones's walking stick and
started rapping the pew above my head with it. He almost hit me!
"Let's be calm," he called out. He kept rapping till everybody
got quiet. "Take your hymnals, please, and we'll sing another
Christmas song. Then Miss Vic and the young folks can proceed
with passing out the gifts. Miss Bess, please start playing the
organ. I suggest we sing 'Angels We Have Heard On High.' It's a
fine, fine old French hymn! You'll find it on page seventeen."
Bess started playing the organ. I didn't know whether to
stand up to sing or not. Nobody could hear me if I kept sitting
on the floor.
"Mister Shepherd, can I get-"
"Oh, sugar, I'd forgotten you! You can crawl out now.
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