"Because, being prosperous and comfortable, they are like to sleep within us. Now, get the sermons and read. Turn to sermon five, page four, begin second paragraph; there's a telling bit there, and I think the cap will fit your head."
Miss Maria was rising meekly to comply, when happening again to glance at the blue bosom of the water, she uttered a shriek, threw down Mrs. Butler's knitting, caught up the spy-glass, and sprang to the window.
"Good gracious! Maria, have you gone mad?" exclaimed her sister.
"It is—it is—" gasped Miss Peters. "There they are! It's beautiful; and it's true!"
"What's beautiful, and what's true? Really, Maria, you are enough to turn a person crazy. What are you talking about, and who are you looking at? Give me the glass."
"Sister," said Miss Peters, "they're in a boat together. Out there in the harbor. Both of them! In a boat!"
"If they weren't in a boat they'd be drowned to a certainty," snapped Mrs. Butler. "And who are they? And why shouldn't they be in a boat together?"
"Look for yourself, sister—there they are! And beautiful they look—beautiful!"
Mrs. Butler seized the spy-glass and tried to adjust it.
"Where?" she asked. "What part of the harbor?"