'It was a mistake,' said Charles.
'We are ashamed to sit and listen to you,' said Honor, with an indignant flash of her eyes, and with set brows. 'Come, Kate, let us to bed and leave him.'
'Good night, malingerer,' said Kate.
CHAPTER IX.
CHARLES LUXMORE.
The next day was Sunday. Charles lay in bed, and did not appear to breakfast. Oliver Luxmore, Kate, and the younger children were dressed for church. Honor remained at home alternately with Kate on Sunday mornings to take care of Tempie, the youngest, and to cook the dinner. This was Honor's morning at home.
Oliver Luxmore stood in doubt, one moment taking his Sunday hat, then putting it back in its card box, then again changing his mind.
Before they started, Charles swaggered into the kitchen, and asked for something to eat.
'Where are you all going to, you crabs, as gay as if fresh scalded?' asked Charles.
'This is Sunday,' answered his father, 'and I was thinking of taking them to church; but if you wish it, I will remain at home.'