A little red had come into the clear brown of her cheeks.

She was a young girl, with her dreams and fancies, and the golden guinea would have made a dream or two come true.
"'Query the first,'" she read slowly, "'How long since you went to the plantations as missionary ?'" Darden, leaning back in his chair, with his eyes uplifted through the smoke clouds to the ceiling, took his pipe from his mouth, for the better answering of his diocesan.

"'My Lord, thirteen years come St.Swithin's day,'" he dictated.

"'Signed, Gideon Darden.' Audrey, do not forget thy capitals.

Thirteen years! Lord, Lord, the years, how they fly! Hast it down, Audrey ?" Audrey, writing in a slow, fair, clerkly hand, made her period, and turned to the Bishop's second question: "'Had you any other church before you came to that which you now possess ?'" "'No, my Lord,'" said the minister to the Bishop; then to the ceiling: "I came raw from the devil to this parish.