'Mr.Ackroyd was there.

He'd come to tell grandad of some work.

That was kind of him, wasn't it ?' Thyrza assented absently.
'Is Mary coming to tea to-morrow ?' she asked.
'Yes.

At least she said she would if I'd go to chapel with her afterwards.

She won't be satisfied till she gets me there every Sunday.' 'How tiresome, Lyddy!' 'But there's somebody wants you to go out as well.