"Very true, Margaret; but my father, being a minister of the Gospel, understands these things better, you know."
"What! better than a magistrate? the chief magistrate of the borough and corporation of Southwold, Bessy Younges? No, no, my dear; you won't persuade me to that. Your father is a very good kind of man, and has a deal of book knowledge; but my father says, 'he knows very little of the world, and is far too stiff in his notions for his congregation,'" exclaimed Margaret.
"It may be so," observed Elizabeth, "but as I am bound to pay double attention to my father's advice, both as my parent and my pastor, I beg to hear no more on the subject."
"As you please, Elizabeth;—but have you seen Arthur yet?"
"Arthur! I thought he was at sea."
"He landed this morning at seven."
"And you not to tell me of it before!"
"I thought you had seen him; but I dare say he has called at the Vicarage while we have been out walking."
"How very provoking!"
"Never mind; you will have enough of his company to-morrow, if you go to Dunwich fair with us."