Nobody could say that even poor Henry-- But here Selina's torrent of words stopped.
When conversation revived, Hilary, who had been at first half annoyed and half amused, resumed her point seriously.
"I might say that writing isn't Elizabeth's week-day work, and that teaching her is not exactly doing my own pleasure; but I won't creep out of the argument by a quibble.

The question is, What is keeping the Sabbath day 'holy ?' I say--and I stick to my opinion--that it is by making it a day of worship, a rest day--a cheerful and happy day--and by doing as much good in it as we can.

And therefore I mean to teach Elizabeth on a Sunday." "She'll never understand it.

She'll consider it work." "And if she did, work is a more religious thing than idleness.

I am sure I often feel that, of the two, I should be less sinful in digging potatoes in my garden, or sitting mending stockings in my parlor, than in keeping Sunday as some people do--going to church genteelly in my best clothes, eating a huge Sunday dinner, and then nodding over a good book, or taking a regular Sunday nap till bedtime." "Hush, child!" said Johanna, reprovingly; for Hilary's cheeks were red, and her voice angry.