"
"Few people can have heard of them, I think. Several were original."
"Indeed!"
"Would you mind taking off your society manner?" requested Hepatica, a
trifle fractiously. "I'm a little tired of seeing you wear it so
incessantly."
"I shall be delighted," I agreed.
I sprang up and she met me half-way, and seizing me about the neck
buried her face in my shoulder. I felt her shaking with smothered
laughter, and had great difficulty in keeping my own emotions under
control.
We went home on Sunday afternoon, the Skeptic pleading the necessity of
his being up at an early hour next morning. By unanimous consent we went
to the evening service of a church where one goes to hear that which is
worth hearing, and invariably hears it. The music there is also worth a
long journey, though it is not at all of an elaborate sort.
"There, I feel better after that," declared the Skeptic heartily, as we
came out. "It seems to take the taste of last evening out of my mouth."
Nobody said anything directly about our late visit until we had reached
home.
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