He began by invoking God's protection on the household; but his prayer soon ceased to be a prayer.

It broke into ejaculations of praise--"Friends, I be too happy to ask for anything--Glory, glory! The blood! The precious blood! O deliverance! O streams of redemption running!" The farmer and his wife began to chime in--"Hallelujah!" "Glory!" and Lizzie Pezzack to sob.

Taffy, kneeling before a kitchen chair, peeped between his palms, and saw her shoulders heaving.
The Bryanite sprang to his feet, overturning the settle with a crash.
"Tid'n no use.

I must skip! Who'll dance wi' me ?" He held out his hands to Mrs.Joll.

She took them, and skipped once shamefacedly.