"Little people like us can't be expected to come up to a standard which I suppose implies divine perfection.

I dare say I've done lots of sins, but for the life of me I've no idea what they were.

I don't think I ever thought about it." "It's time you thought about it now, then," said the vicar, getting up.

"I won't worry you any more to-day, because I see you're tired.
But I shall pray for you, and when next I come I hope you'll understand my meaning more clearly than you do at present." "That is very kind of you," said Austin, putting out his almost transparent hand.

"I'm awfully sorry to give you so much trouble.
You'll see Aunt Charlotte before you go away?
I know she'll expect you to go in for a cup of tea." So the vicar escaped, almost as glad to do so as Austin was to be left in peace.