"Wishing he'd use 'em to fly away with; that would be me, every time—unless he wore your bonnet."
"So the best speaker would not please you all," Rose concluded. "But if you would begin with the text, you could not dispute that authority, nor question that style. You would not dare to criticise it. And if you were studying the text all the way through, no sermon could seem dull, because it would have such living light upon it, from the Lord's own living words."
There was such a light and glow on the girl's own face, that Mr. Bouché gazed at her with evident admiration.
"All depends," he said. "Give me my particular angel for the preacher, and the text may go."
"Mr. Bouché," said Rose, rising up, "I am sure I heard a drum."
"You can always hear a drum here, any time of day or night."
"Not that drum; listen!"
"Happy drum to be listened to."
"But seriously, we must walk on; you will be late."
"'One private absent.' Hard on the Com. But it's not imminent yet, Miss Rose."