"They always make me gloomy," the lady went on. "The resurrection! do you call that a lively subject?"
"Depends on how you look at it, I suppose," said her husband. "But, Miss Lothrop, I cannot recover from my surprise at your assertion respecting non-religious poetry."
Lois left that statement alone. She did not care whether he recovered or not. Mr. Lenox, however, was curious.
"I wish you would show me on what your opinion is founded," he went on pleasantly.
"Yes, Lois, justify yourself," said Mrs. Barclay.
"I could not do that without making quotations, Mrs. Barclay, and I am afraid I cannot remember enough. Besides, it would hardly be interesting."
"To me it would," said Mrs. Barclay. "Where could one have a better time? The oxen go so comfortably, and leisure is so graciously abundant."
"Pray go on, Miss Lothrop!" Mr. Lenox urged.
"And then I hope you'll go on and prove hymns lively," added his wife.
The conversation which followed was long enough to have a chapter to itself; and so may be comfortably skipped by any who are so inclined.