And what's more, I shall ask him to sing in the choir.

He will love it." Not only did Percival promise to sing in the choir, but he eagerly offered to help her with the decorations.

But when she announced that she was going up into the hills in quest of the little red winter berries that grew in profusion, he flatly put his foot down on the project.
"I don't feel any too sure of Manuel Crust and his gang," said he.
"They're in an ugly mood and they are brutes, Miss Clinton.

Don't be alarmed.

They're not likely to molest you or any one else, but I don't believe in taking chances.