He asked us to come.' So she let us all in and shut the front door, and showed us into a very tidy room with a bookcase full of a lot of books covered in black cotton with white labels, and some dull pictures, and a harmonium.

And Mr Mallow was writing at a desk with drawers, copying something out of a book.

He was stout and short, and wore spectacles.
He covered his writing up when we went in--I didn't know why.

He looked rather cross, and we heard Jane or somebody being scolded outside by the voice.

I hope it wasn't for letting us in, but I have had doubts.
'Well,' said the clergyman, 'what is all this about ?' 'You asked us to call,' Dora said, 'about your little Sunday school.