"Zee's spirit is willing to be quiet, but her voice and her heels give it no support," smiled Rosalie.
"It is not the noise. I like to hear the incessant chatter and chase below stairs when I am working. This fellow—"
"Fellow, father?"
"Minister," he amended quickly. "He is a minister, but he is tired of pastoral work and wants to try his skill in evangelism, and insists on coming here to practise on us during his vacation. But we aren't ready for evangelistic meetings—and personally I should prefer another— Anyhow—" he frowned gently at the letter again.
"Tell him so," advised Doris.
"I did. But he says he is coming for a visit anyhow, and he insists it is a direct guidance of Providence."
"Direct guidance of his bank-account, probably," said Rosalie. "Don't let him work you, father."
He shook his head at her reprovingly. "If it should really prove a guidance— Anyhow, as he says, he is coming and will be with us a few days to think it over."
"Then I can not go to the country to-morrow," said Doris. "Rosalie is no fit person to cook dinner for a visiting minister."