"I'm on duty Saturday." "Well, then, let it be Sunday," said Bunting firmly.

And his wife looked at him surprised; he seldom asserted himself so much in her presence.
"What do you say, Miss Daisy ?" said Chandler.
"Sunday would be very nice," said Daisy demurely.

And then, as the young man took up his hat, and as her stepmother did not stir, Daisy ventured to go out into the hall with him for a minute.
Chandler shut the door behind them, and so was spared the hearing of Mrs.Bunting's whispered remark: "When I was a young woman folk didn't gallivant about on Sunday; those who was courting used to go to church together, decent-like--".