He was dressed for meeting.

As he heard rather than saw his daughter enter, he asked: "Carlia, have you swilled the pigs ?" "Not yet," she replied.
"Well, don't forget--and say, you'd better give a little new milk to the calf.

It's not getting along as well as it should--and, if you have time before meetin', throw a little hay to the horses." "All right, father, I'll see to all of it.

As I'm not going to meeting, I'll have plenty of time." "Not goin' ?" He turned, hair brush in hand, and saw Dorian.

"Hello, Dorian," he greeted, "you're quite a stranger.