Michael Malone - Weebly

Smalter. "Have you a scarf? Ah, well, we'll go slowly
then."
At the intersection of Goff Street and Cromwell Hill
Road, the yellow roadster stopped to let a black
Lincoln pass by. In that car Father Highwick exclaimed
to his driver, "My goodness! Isn't that something,
Jonathan? Poor little Sammy Smalter out driving about
town with the postmistress! And with his top down like
a teenager.
Peculiar. Shouldn't they be at work? Now, let's not
stay too long with poor old Oglethorpe. When people
are feeling that ill, it's really unkind to put them to the
trouble of conversation. And don't mention religion to
him. Just a quick word of cheer, then let him get his
rest. Chills in June! Well, such is Life." They motored
on to call upon the oldest teacher at Alexander
Hamilton Academy. Jonathan was wondering if Walter
Saar would sense his presence on the premises and
appear around some corner at some moment during
their stay. He might, if only Jonathan could maneuver
the rector into staying more than two minutes. Or if only
the rector had ever learned how to drive so that he