“I can’t say I think it is unfunny,” said Innis, with a rollicking laugh.
“I think it is very foolish,” said Lawrence.
“I don’t believe they have lost a religion because I’ve got it in my pocket,” said Raymond.
“And they are old men—are they?” she asked.
“Old?”—said Mervyn. “Old as Noah.”
“And they have had a long journey?”
“Pounded down here all the way from Choté on their ten old toes.”
“And how long will they stay there, fasting, and praying, and wailing, and waiting, in sackcloth and ashes?”
“Perhaps till they work some sort of spell on me,” suggested Raymond. She laughed at this in ridicule.
“Till the fort is evacuated, I suppose,” said Mervyn.