"You're looking 'xtremely dinky-dink.

Expecting his reverence ?" Advena made no further reply than a look of scornful amusement, which Stella, bicycling forth again, received in the back of her head.
"Father," said Mrs Murchison, "if you had taken any share in the bringing up of this family, Stella ought to have her ears boxed this minute!" "We'll have to box them," said Mr Murchison, "when she comes back." Advena had retreated into the house.

"IS she expecting his reverence ?" asked her father with a twinkle.
"Don't ask me! I'm sure it's more than I can tell you.

It's a mystery to me, that matter, altogether.

I've known him come three evenings in a week and not again for a month of Sundays.