"All but Carlia," she announced.

"Where's Carlia ?" No one knew.

Someone proffered the explanation that she was usually late as she had so many chores to do, at which the Bishop's wife shook her head knowingly, but said nothing.
"Well, she'll be along presently," said Mrs.Trent.

"Sit down all of you.

Bishop, will you ask the blessing ?" The hostess, waitress, and cook all combined in the capable person of Mrs.Trent, sat at the table with her party.