"Yes, mamma."
Daisy had drawn up close to her mother who had thrown an arm round her. The family were gathered in the library; the windows open, the fresh air coming faintly in; the light fading, but no lamps needed yet.
"I am glad the day is over!" said Mrs. Gary. "This morning I did not know how I was going to live through it. There is a little freshness now. Why is it always so much hotter on Sundays than on any other day?"
"Because you think about it," said Mr. Randolph, who was moving from window to window setting the glass doors wider open.
"There is nothing else to think about," said Mrs. Randolph with a yawn.
"Gary, do bring me a cup of tea."
"You ought to think about your evil deeds," said Mr. McFarlane obeying the command. "Then you would have enough."
"You would, you mean."
"I know it. I speak from experience. I tried it once, for a whole afternoon; and you've no idea how good tea-time was when it came!"
"What could set you about such a piece of work, Gary?" said his hostess laughing.
"Conscience, my dear," said her sister. "I am not at all surprised. I wonder if anybody has been to church to-day?"