Advena and Lorne had fallen into the degenerate modern habit of preferring the evening service.
"So we're to have the Doctor on Thursday," said Mrs Murchison, plainly not displeased.

"Well, I hope the dining-room carpet will be down." "I expect he'll be wanting his tea," replied Mr Murchison.

"He's got you in the right place on the list for that, Mother--as usual." "I'd just like to see him go anywhere else for his tea the day he was coming to our house," declared Stella.

"But he GENERALLY has too much sense." "You boys," said Mrs Murchison, turning back to her sons, "will see that you're on hand that evening.

And I hope the Doctor will rub it in about the prayer meeting." Mrs Murchison chuckled.