And between Edith and Sibyl, and between Roscoe and his father, some bitter wireless communication seemed continually to be taking place throughout the long silences prevailing during this enlivening ceremony of Sabbath refection.
"Didn't you go to church this morning, Bibbs ?" his mother asked, in the effort to break up one of those ghastly intervals.
"What did you say, mother ?" "Didn't you go to church this morning ?" "I think so," he answered, as from a roseate trance.
"You THINK so! Don't you know ?" "Oh yes.

Yes, I went to church!" "Which one ?" "Just down the street.

It's brick." "What was the sermon about ?" "What, mother ?" "Can't you hear me ?" she cried.

"I asked you what the sermon was about ?" He roused himself.

"I think it was about--" He frowned, seeming to concentrate his will to recollect.