I don't believe they'll try it again." Mrs.Strong controlled herself.

She did not want to break down while Philip was in his present condition.
"You must not talk," she said as she smoothed his hair back from the pale forehead.
"That's pretty hard on a preacher, don't you think, Sarah?
My occupation is gone if I can't talk." "Then I'll talk for two.

They say that most women can do that." "Will you preach for me next Sunday ?" "What, and make myself a target for saloon-keepers?
No, thank you.

I have half a mind to forbid you ever preaching again.

It will be the death of you." "It is the life of me, Sarah.