I believe in prayer as a power; don't you, Miss Rexford ?" "Yes," replied Sophia, tersely.

She did not feel at that moment as if she wanted to discuss the point.
"And then he's so jolly," put in the youngest Miss Brown, who was a hearty girl.

"That's the sort of religion for me, the kind that can rollick--of course I mean _out of church_," she added naively.
Blue and Red sat shyly upon their chairs and listened to this discourse.
It might have been Greek for all the interest they took in it.
As for Sophia, it could not be said to lack interest for her--it was very plain, she thought, why Robert Trenholme thought so highly of the Browns.
There was a youth belonging to this family who was a year or two older than Blue and Red.

His mother, sent for him to come into the room, and introduced him to them.

He was a nice youth, but precocious; he said to them: "I suppose you think Chellaston is a very pretty place, but I'll tell you what our natural beauties lack as yet.