“She did,” replied the lady, folding up her work, “and I put an extinguisher at once upon the project.”
“You did?” said the vicar thoughtfully; “well, I daresay, my love, you were right.”
CHAPTER XX.
A SUNNY MORN.
“Ay, those were days when life had wings,
And flew—ah! flew so wild a height,
That like the lark that sunward springs,
I was giddy with too much light!”
Moore.