"Why, I thought you'd want all there was in the chest! And you say there are people out of a lunatic asylum looking for rags like this ?" And he held up one end of the cope.
"Yes, many of them.

To me, I must say, they are worth nothing, as I don't like the idea of mixing up church and state.

But Mr.Kling's customers do, and if they choose to say their prayers before a chasuble on a priest's back on Sunday and make a sofa cushion of it the next day, that is their affair, not mine.

And now, what else?
You spoke of some costumes this morning." "Yes, I did speak of my costumes, but I'm afraid they are too modern for you--I make 'em up myself.

Get up, Jane, and let Mr.O'Day see what you've got on!" Jane jumped to her feet, looking less Oriental than ever, her spangled veil having dropped about her shoulders, her red hair and freckled face now in full view.
"I think her dress is beautiful, Uncle Felix," whispered Masie.
"Do you, sweetheart?
Well, then, maybe I might better look again.