Try it, young lady, try it." He handed a bit to Isabel, who looked at her momma.
"There is no possible objection, my dear," said Mrs.Portheris, and she nibbled it.
Dicky invested wildly.
"Dese photograff dey are very pritty," remarked Brother Demetrius to momma, who was turning over some St.Stephens and St.Cecilias.
"He'd say anything to sell them," put in Brother Eusebius.

"He never thinks of his immortal soul, any more than if he was a poor miserable heretic.

He'll tell you they're originals next, taken by Nero at the time.

You're all good Catholics, of course ?" "We are not any kind of Catholics," said Mrs.Portheris severely.
"I'll give you my blessing all the same, and no extra charge.

But the saints forbid that I should be selling beads made out of their precious bones to Protestants." "I'll take that string," said momma.
"I wouldn't do it on any account," continued Brother Eusebius, as he wrapped them up in blue paper, but momma still attaches a certain amount of veneration to those beads.
"And what can I do for you, sir ?" continued Brother Eusebius to the Senator, rubbing his hands.