They say my William resembles me; but parients are no judges." A faint murmur rose from the knitters, which signified agreement with her remark.
"I do think," she continued, "that it is high time Dr.Snell had a colleague; he has outlived his usefulness.

I never could say that I thought he was the right kind of man for our congregation; his principals as a man I have nothing to say against; but _why_ don't we have revivals ?" When Mrs.Dexter wished to be elegant she stepped out of the vernacular.

She was about to speak again when the whole party broke into a loud talk on the subject she had started, not observing Temperance, who appeared at the door, and beckoned to mother.

I followed her out.
"The members are goin' it, ain't they ?" she said.

"Do see if things are about right, Mis Morgeson." Mother made a few deviations from the straight lines in which Temperance had ranged the viands, and told her to put the tea on the tray, and the chairs round the table.
"There's no place for Mr.Morgeson," observed Temperance.
"He is in Milford," mother replied.
"The brethren wont come, I spose, till after dark ?" "I suppose not." "Glad to get rid of their wives' clack, I guess." From the silence which followed mother's return to the parlor, I concluded they were performing the ancient ceremony of waiting for some one to go through the doorway first.