"Are you neglecting anybody else?"
"Not that I know."
"Good. Now I must clear away my table and get ready for meeting. You'll go with me."
"I can't. I haven't my Sunday clothes."
"The Lord will not look at your clothes."
"No; but a lot of people will."
"We go to meeting to worship the Lord, not to be looked at by others. Go home and put on your Sunday best; there is time." The old man was busy between table and cupboard as he talked. "Have you seen Carlia lately?"
"No," replied Dorian.
"The last time she was here I thought she was a little peaked in the face, for you know she has such a rosy, roly-poly one."
"Is that so? She comes to see you, then?"