The air was a sweet one, and Thyrza's voice gave it touching beauty as she sang soft and low.

Other hymns followed; Mary Bower fell into her gentler mood and showed how pleasant she could be when nothing irritated her susceptibilities.

The hours passed quickly to nine o'clock, then Mary said it was time for her to go.
'Do you want to stay a little longer, Mr.Boddy,' she said, 'or will you go home with me ?' 'I'd rather walk home in good company than alone, Miss Mary,' he replied.

'I call it walking, but it's only a stump-stump.' 'But it would be worse if you couldn't walk at all,' Mary said.
'Right, my dear, as you always are.

I've no call to grumble.