"About fashion," said Diana. "He had promised it long ago."
"And what did he say, dear?"
"He said, 'The fashion of this world passeth away.'"
"But he said something more, I suppose? I could have said that."
"He said a great deal more," replied Diana. "It was a very curious sermon."
"As I hain't heard it, and you hev', perhaps you'll oblige me with some more of it."
"It was a very curious sermon," Diana repeated. "Not in the least like what you would have expected. There wasn't much about fashion in it; and yet, somehow it seemed to be all that."
"What was his text?"
"I can't tell; something about 'the grace of the fashion of it.' I don't remember how the words went."
"I know, I guess," said the old lady. "'Twas in James, warn't it?
Something like this—'The sun is no sooner risen with a burning heat.'"