"Now suppose we ask these little people what the sermon was about this morning?"
He chanced to be looking at Flaxie as he spoke, but she said quickly,—
"Oh, please ask Julia first, papa, for she is the oldest. No, I mean Ethel, for she is the youngest."
This was too absurd.
"Isn't Phil young enough? Perhaps we may begin with him. Think hard, my son, and see if you can remember anything Mr. Lee said to-day."
Little Phil knitted his brows, but like Flaxie he had been looking around, not listening.
"Oh, papa, there was a woman there, had a thing on all bangled with beads."
"Yes, my son; but what did the minister say?" Phil rolled his eyes.
"Oh, there was a little girl there, about as big as Ethel, had a white bonnet on and a white cloak."