She hated to wake him but she simply could not hold back the news till luncheon.

She touched his arm, and he woke with the same smile that had dimpled his cheeks when he was a babe in her arms.

Those of us who have retained the good disposition of youth never scowl upon being awakened.
"Aha," he cried, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"Richard, I wish you had gone to church this morning." "And watched the gossips and scandal-mongers twist their barbs in Mrs.
Bennington's heart?
Hardly." She gazed at him, nonplussed.

There was surely something uncanny in this boy, who always seemed to know what people were doing, had done or were going to do.
"I wouldn't have believed it of my congregation," she said.
"Oh, Mrs.Bennington is a woman of the world; she understands how to make barbs harmless.

But that's why I never go to church.