"Is the minister--hum--ha! is Mr.Ellery in ?" "Yes, he's in." "Tell him I want to see him." The housekeeper announced the visitor.
"He's as sour as a skimmin' of last week's milk," she whispered.

"Don't be afraid of him, though." "Oh, I'm not.

Show him in." "All right.

Say, Mr.Ellery, it's none of my business, but I wouldn't say anything about your seein' Grace home.

That's none of HIS business, either, or anybody else's." The head of the parish committee stalked into the study and the door closed behind him.