"Oh, what a story. He was, too, a stranger. Didn't you ask if I knew him?"
"I can't remember his name. But I met him at the Country Club da—party. I talked to him there quite a lot, and—"
"Oh, you dangerous girl! You know, father, these quiet modest ones—look out! They always make trouble. No wonder you had such a glorious time—flirting with a stranger."
"Rosalie," said Doris with intense dignity. "I did not flirt. I just talked, and we talk to everybody, don't we—we preachers?"
"But who is he?"
This, it seemed, only Providence could tell.
"Why didn't you ask him?"
Doris hedged quickly. It was all very well to play mystery with that Aggravating Thing, but she had a strong feeling it would sound ridiculous to the family, and they were such laughers.
The day of rest, truly—but always a stormy one for families of parsonage and manse.