"Oh—Papa—you are a br—"
Aunt Lavvy shook her gentle head.
"Lavinia dear" (Mamma's voice was gentle), "did you have a nice service?"
"Very nice, thank you."
"Did you go to Saint Mary's, or the Parish church?"
Aunt Lavvy's straight, flat chin trembled slightly. Her pale eyes lightened. "I went to neither."
"Then—-where did you go?"
"If you insist on knowing, Caroline, I went to Mr. Robson's church."
"You went to Mr.—to the Unitarian Chapel?"
"To the Unitarian Chapel."