"All were there--'cept one." "Did you say your Golden Text and catechism ?" "Yes'm." "Did you put your collection in ?" "Yes'm." "Was Mrs.Malcolm MacPherson in church ?" "I don't know." This, at least, was the truth, thought wretched Davy.
"Was the Ladies' Aid announced for next week ?" "Yes'm"-- quakingly.
"Was prayer-meeting ?" "I--I don't know." "YOU should know.

You should listen more attentively to the announcements.

What was Mr.Harvey's text ?" Davy took a frantic gulp of water and swallowed it and the last protest of conscience together.

He glibly recited an old Golden Text learned several weeks ago.

Fortunately Mrs.Lynde now stopped questioning him; but Davy did not enjoy his dinner.
He could only eat one helping of pudding.
"What's the matter with you ?" demanded justly astonished Mrs.Lynde.
"Are you sick ?" "No," muttered Davy.
"You look pale.