If we parsons could only do that from the pulpit!" "We will discuss that on our shooting-trip next week.

Duck-shooting gives plenty of time for theological asides.

You are coming, eh ?" John Brown scarcely noticed the sarcasm, he was so delighted at the suggestion that he was to be included in the annual duck-shoot of the Seven, as the little yearly party of Charley and his friends to Lake Aubergine was called.

He had angled for this invitation for two years.
"I must not keep you," Charley said, and dismissed him with a bow.

"The sheep will stray, and the shepherd must use his crook." Brown smiled at the badinage, and went on his way rejoicing in the fact that he was to share the amusements of the Seven at Lake Aubergine--the Lake of the Mad Apple.