“Sunday’s always a strain.”
“For you, alas! it’s bound to be.”
“There were the Catechetical Classes to-day.”
“Very soon now Sally will learn to relieve you.”
Miss Sinquier threw up her eyes.
“I?” she wondered.
“Next Sunday it’s time you should begin.”
“Between now and that,” Miss Sinquier reflected, shortly afterwards, on her way upstairs, “I shall almost certainly be in town.”
“O London—City of Love!” she warbled softly as she locked her door.