Mrs. Milo was aghast. "Dinner? Here?"
"As Ikey says, 'Ve vill eat mit a napkins.'"
Mrs. Milo could not find words for the counter-arguing of such a monstrous plan. "But,—but, Sue," she stammered; "they—they're natural!"
A hearty laugh. "Natural, dear mother? I hope they are."
"You—know—what—I—mean."
"Well, I can't tell them from other children with the naked eye. And they're just as dear and sweet, and just as human—if not a little more so."
"You have your duty to the Rectory."
"But what's this Rectory here for? And the Church, too, for that matter?"
"For worship."
"And how better can we worship than——"