"Well," Mrs. Stout began, "all I've got to say is that most men know their best girls when they see 'em, no matter what they've got on. Goodness!" she exclaimed as she glanced at the clock. "If it ain't twelve o'clock! My Peter's dinner will be late, and all on account of William Shakespeare."
Chapter XI
The Narrow Way
"Mrs. Flint," said the Reverend Elijah one morning when the family of three were at breakfast, "during the past week I have heard frequently of the contemplated theatrical performance by the members, and for the benefit, of the woman's club."
"Yes," replied Mrs. Flint, timidly, "everybody seems to be looking forward to it with pleasure."
"That was not the point I was about to make," said the parson, curtly. "You, of course, know that I disapprove of such pastimes."
"Why, yes, certainly, but it all was planned without my approval," explained his wife.
"Naturally, if you considered the dignity demanded of you as the wife of a clergyman." The heavy, rounded shoulders of this conventional clergyman were raised slightly, and his dull eyes peered over his spectacles at the troubled face of Mrs. Flint.