At that she jumped up with a quick return to the old manner: "Peter! For a parson you are the outside edge.

Go and sit down over there and recollect yourself.

To begin with, if we're found, here, there'll be a row, and if you're caught kissing me, who knows what will happen ?" He obeyed gaily.

"Chaff away, Julie," he said, "but I shan't wear black buttons at the dinner.

You'll have to look out that night." She put the scones on the table, and sat down.