“Children, my dear children!” The parson lifted his hand. Cicely said crossly:
“You’re all sitting on the fence.”
“We’re men of peace,” murmured the parson.
Instantly Cicely became penitent. “I’m ever so sorry. Doctor, can you give me something not too nasty to cure a quick temper?”
Pawley chuckled.
“There’s no state of savage irritation which can’t be mitigated by the exhibition of a little calomel.”
“Do you take that?”
“No. In my case it isn’t necessary. Now, what do you want a tired old man to do?”
Cicely replied promptly:
“Pull the popularity stop.”