"Come, Jim," said he, "where are the cards? Will Hepsy play?"
"Hepsy is busy," replied Mrs. Royden, curtly. "If you must play, Lizzy will make up the set."
"But the minister?" suggested Lizzie.
"Yes," said her mother. "It will not do to play before him."
"He has gone to bed, I am pretty sure," cried Sarah. "He was very tired, and it is all still in his room."
"Let us have a little sport, then, when we can," said Chester.
The table was set out; the players took their places, and the cards were shuffled and dealt.
"They don't know one card from another over at Deacon Smith's," observed Sarah, sorting her hand. "I never knew such stupid people."
"What is that,—a knave or a king?" inquired Lizzie, holding up one of her cards.
"Don't you know better than to show your hand?" cried James, who was her partner. "It's a knave, of course. The king has no legs."