Better a thousand times settle down to look after her household, and cook her husband's dinner, and be a good child." Lois laughed nervously.

"She has a cook," she said.
"Don't be pert, Lois, for Heaven's sake," answered her father, though Miss Deborah had added,-- "Gifford says dear Helen is a very good housekeeper." "Pray," continued the rector, "what business is it of hers what people believe, or what she believes herself, for that matter, provided she's a good girl, and does her duty in that station of life where it has pleased God to put her,--as the wife of a Presbyterian minister?
'Stead of that she tries to grapple with theological questions, and gets into hot water with the parish.

'Pon my word, I thought better of the child! I'll write and tell her what I think of it." (And so he did, the very next day.

But his wrath had expended itself in words, and his letter showed no more of his indignation than the powdery ashes which fell out of it showed the flame of the cigar he was smoking when he wrote it.) "And as for Ward himself," the rector went on, "I don't know what to think of him.

Did you know he had given up his salary?
Said 'Helen had enough for them to live on,' and added that they had no right to any more money than was necessary for their comfort; anything more than that belonged to the Lord's poor.