The ladies tried sisterly cajoleries on him fruitlessly, until Mr.Pole, seeing the desperation of his guest, said: "Why not have her up here, toon and all, some week-day?
Sunday birds won't suit us, you know.

We've got a piano for her that's good enough for the first of 'em, if money means anything." The ladies murmured meekly: "Yes, papa." "I shall find her for you while you go to your charch," said Mr.
Pericles.

And here Wilfrid was seized with a yawn, and rose, and asked his eldest sister if she meant to attend the service that morning.
"Undoubtedly," she answered; and Mr.Pole took it up: "That's our discipline, my boy.

Must set an example: do our duty.

All the house goes to worship in the country." "Why, in ze country ?" queried Mr.Pericles.
"Because"-- Cornelia came to the rescue of her sire; but her impetuosity was either unsupported by a reason, or she stooped to fit one to the comprehension of the interrogator: "Oh, because--do you know, we have very select music at our church ?" "We have a highly-paid organist," added Arabella.
"Recently elected," said Adela.
"Ah! mon Dieu!" Mr.Pericles ejaculated.