You'll come along to meetin' with Carlia, I suppose.

We will be late if we don't hurry." "Father, I told you I'm not going.

I--" she hesitated as if not quite certain of her words--"I had to chase all over the hills for the cows, and I'm not through milking yet.

Then there are the pigs and the calves and the horses to feed.

But I'll not keep Dorian.