"Are there any poor people in the church?"
"Poor people?" The article called for seemed to be rare. "Poor people? There are a few, I believe. Not many; the poor people go to the mission chapel. O, we support a mission; that's down in the mill quarter, where the hands live, I mean"—
"And O, Mrs. Masters," a young lady struck in here, "you are coming, aren't you? I have fallen in love with you, and I want you to come. And O, I want you to tell me one thing—is Mr. Masters very strict?"
"About what?" said Diana, smiling.
"About anything."
"Yes; he is very strict about telling the truth."
"O, of course; but I mean about other things; what one may do or mayn't do. Is he strict?"
"Not any stricter than his Master."
"His master? who's that? But I mean,—does he make a fuss about dancing?"
"I never saw Mr. Masters make a fuss about anything."