'What do you mean?'
'Why, simply this; the girl will not look at you unless you are a fashionable fellow—don't put on any more wry faces, but think of the prize—and I must have you well up in all the accomplishments. For the rest, you are what I call, a finely-formed, good-looking, and rather graceful fellow, if you are my cousin.'
Hiram's features relaxed.
'When can I call on Mr. Myrtle?' he asked.
'Not for several weeks. He is taking a longer vacation than usual. However, come with me every Sunday, and you will hear Mr. Strang, our curate, who officiates in Mr. Myrtle's absence. A most excellent man, and a very fair preacher.'
'Have you a Sunday school connected with the church?'
'Do you think we are heathen, Hiram? Have we a Sunday school? I should suppose so! What is more, the future Mrs. Meeker is one of the teachers,'
'Yet she waltzes?'
'Yet she waltzes.'
'Well, I hope I shall understand this better by and by.'