I am only the Wandering Jew, who does it for exercise." Kitty held the point of the darning-needle straight out toward Felix.
"But why must you do it Sundays, Mr.O'Day?
That's what I want to know." "But Sunday is my holiday." "Yes, and there's early mass.

Ye'd think he'd come, wouldn't ye, Father ?" One of O'Day's low, murmuring laughs, that always sounded as if he had grown unaccustomed to letting the whole of it pass his lips, filtered through the room.
"You see what a heathen I am, Father," he exclaimed.

"But I am going to turn over a new leaf.

I shall honor myself by visiting St.Barnabas's some day very soon, and shall sit in the front pew--or, perhaps, in yours, Mrs.Cleary, if you will let me--now that I know who officiates," and he inclined his head graciously toward the priest.

"I hope the service is not always in the morning!" "Oh, no, we have a service very often at night, sometimes at eight o'clock." "And how long does that last ?" "Perhaps an hour." "And so if I should come at eight and wait until you are free, you could give me, perhaps, another hour of yourself ?" "Yes, and with the greatest pleasure.