No age makes them a bit better.

And when one thinks that the end of all flesh is approaching, and that--" MRS.

DALE (quickly, for she prefers Miss Jemima's other hobby to that black one upon which she is preparing to precede the bier of the universe).--"Yes, my love, we'll avoid that subject, if you please.

Mr.
Dale has his own opinions, and it becomes me, you know, as a parson's wife" (said smilingly: Mrs.Dale has as pretty a dimple as any of Miss Jemima's, and makes more of that one than Miss Jemima of three), "to agree with him,--that is, in theology." MISS JEMIMA (earnestly).--"But the thing is so clear, if you will but look into--" MRS.

DALE (putting her hand on Miss Jemima's lips playfully).--"Not a word more.