"Now here you are, child, almost too late. Make haste and get yourself ready. Where have you been?"
"She cannot be more ready than she is," remarked the other member of the party.
"I think, mamma, I will not go to-night. I am a little tired."
"That's nonsense, Eleanor! When were you ever too unwell to go to church, this winter? Go and get ready. What Mr. Carlisle says is all very well, but he does not see you with my eyes."
"I shall not take her if she is tired," said Mr. Carlisle gently. And
Eleanor sat still.
"Where have you been then, child, to tire yourself? You do try me,
Eleanor. What can you have found to do?"
"All London, mamma," said Eleanor pleasantly.
"All London! I should like to know what that means. All wrong, I suppose, according to you. Well, what part of London have you been attacking to-day? I should think the best thing for London would be to hear its Bishop. What have you been about, Eleanor?"
"Only to school, mamma—Sunday school."
"But you went there this morning?"