Who is going to preach to-morrow morning, Mrs.Boyce ?" "Mr.Swanton will preach in the morning." "Tell him not to be long, because of the children's pudding.

Tell Mr.
Boyce if he is long, we won't any of us come next Sunday." "My dear, how can you say such wicked things! I shall not tell him anything of the kind." "That's not wicked, Mrs.Boyce.If I were to say I had eaten so much lunch that I didn't want any dinner, you'd understand that.

If Mr.
Swanton will preach for three-quarters of an hour--" "He only preached for three-quarters of an hour once, Lily." "He has been over the half-hour every Sunday since he has been here.
His average is over forty minutes, and I say it's a shame." "It is not a shame at all, Lily," said Mrs.Boyce, becoming very serious.
"Look at my uncle; he doesn't like to go to sleep, and he has to suffer a purgatory in keeping himself awake." "If your uncle is heavy, how can Mr.Swanton help it?
If Mr.Dale's mind were on the subject he would not sleep." "Come, Mrs.Boyce; there's somebody else sleeps sometimes besides my uncle.

When Mr.Boyce puts up his finger and just touches his nose, I know as well as possible why he does it." "Lily Dale, you have no business to say so.

It is not true.