Since he has had a curate he hardly ever stirs round the parish.

And he is getting so fat that-- H--sh! Here she is herself,--come to give her judgment upon us." Then a stout lady, the wife of the vicar, walked slowly up the aisle.

"Well, girls," she said, "you have worked hard, and I am sure Mr.Boyce will be very much obliged to you." "Mr.Boyce, indeed!" said Lily Dale.

"We shall expect the whole parish to rise from their seats and thank us.

Why didn't Jane and Bessy come and help us ?" "They were so tired when they came in from the coal club.