"Did you ever hear a feebler or a more idiotic sermon?" demanded Mrs
Polsue of Miss Oliver on their way home down the valley.
"If ever a man had his chance to improve an occasion—"
"Tut! I say nothing of his incapacity. There are some men that can't rise even when 'tis a question of all Europe at war. But did you hear the light he made, or tried to make, of Sabbath-breaking?"
"I didn't hear all that," Miss Oliver confessed: "or not to notice. It seemed so funny his getting up at that hour and dangling his legs on a wall."
"We will press to have a married man planned to us next time," said
Mrs Polsue. "A wife wouldn't allow it."
"Do you suppose he smoked?" asked Miss Oliver.
"I shouldn't wonder. . . . He certainly does it at home, for I took the trouble to smell his window-curtains; and at an hour like that, with nobody about—"
"There's an All-seeing Eye, however early you choose to dangle your legs," said Miss Oliver.