Recta looked down confusedly, twirled her thumbs, and finally answered in a constrained tone, "I belong to the church."
"Du ye? well, may be I'll jine it tu. I promised Fanny fur tu tend tu that are matter when I got my lectur done, but I hed fur to tend tu gittin married fust."
"Your what done, Philip?"
"My lectur, I writ one on temperance when I was sick. I calculate fur tu go round deliverin of it next winter when we git settled. 'Tween you and me, I may clare a little money on it. Lecturers are apt tu, I've heern say."
"You had better lectur on cabbages if you want tu make money on it," was the wise response.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
The old Brown House Deserted—The Pearl and Diamond Ring—Mr. and Mrs. Marsden's Conjectures.