He was dressed in a flannel suit which he wore for walking.

After he closed the gate, he came up beside the carriage, as Mrs.Hollenbeck very kindly invited him to do, by driving slowly.
"Are you coming with us to church, Mr.Langenau ?" asked Benny.
"To church?
No, Benny.

I am afraid they would not let me in." "Why, yes, they would, if you had your good clothes on," said Benny.
Mr.Langenau laughed, a little bitterly, and said he doubted, even then.
"I am afraid I haven't got my good conscience on either, Benny." "But the minister would never know," said Benny.
"That's very true; the ministers here don't know much about peoples' consciences, I should think." "Do ministers in any other places know any more ?" asked Benny with interest.
"Why, yes, Benny, in a good many countries where I've been, they do." "You are a Catholic, Mr.Langenau ?" asked Mrs.Hollenbeck.
"I once was; I have no longer any right to say it is my faith," he answered slowly.
"What is it to be a Catholic ?" inquired Benny, gazing at his tutor's face with wonder.
"To be a Catholic, is to be in a safe prison; to have been a Catholic, is to be alone on a sea big and black with billows, Benny." "I think I'd like the prison best," said Benny, who was very much afraid of the water.
"Ah, but if you couldn't get back to it, my boy." "Well, I think I'd try to get to land somewhere," Benny answered, stoutly.
Mr.Langenau laughed, but rather gloomily, and we went on for a few moments in silence.

The road was bordered with trees, and there was a beautiful shade.

The horse was very glad to be permitted to go slow, not being of an ambitious nature.
All this time I had been leaning back, holding my parasol very close over my face.