"I'll run and ask him when he expects Mrs.Bertram.

I'll be back presently with the news." The little lady tripped away, forcing her slim form through the ever-increasing crowd.

The rector was walking about with a very favorite small parishioner seated on his shoulder.
"Mr.Ingram," piped Miss Peters.

"Don't you think Mrs.Bertram might favor us with her presence by now?
We have all been looking for her.
It's past five o'clock, and--" There was a hush, a pause.

At that moment Mrs.Bertram was sailing into the room.