“I think the church is beautiful,” whispered Nan to Sister Julia.
“I knew you would like it,” Sister Julia whispered back.
“The stained-glass windows are lovely, with the light coming through them.”
“Yes,” answered Sister Julia, for she did not fancy prolonged conversations in church.
“Must have cost a lot,” Harry remarked to Regie, after staring all about him, and turning his body from side to side, in a take-everything-in sort of fashion.
“Yes, it did,” Regie replied; “Mr. Vale thought the rich men ought to make it as beautiful as their homes.”
“Who do you have to blow your organ, a man or a boy?”
“It's run by water-power, you goosie.”
“What do you mean by that?” Harry asked, with knitted eyebrows.
“I would rather you would not talk any more now,” Sister Julia interrupted, for she could see that the children's stage whispers were audible several pews away.