“In the beginning how the heavens and earth.
Rose out of Chaos or if Sion hill—”
“You read that before,” said Blanche.
“I think not.”
“I’m sure you did. When you said ‘Sion hill’ I recollect I thought of the Methodists directly. I couldn’t have thought of the Methodists, if you hadn’t said ‘Sion hill.’ It stands to reason.”
“I’ll try the next page,” said Arnold. “I can’t have read that before—for I haven’t turned over yet.”
Blanche threw herself back in her chair, and flung her handkerchief resignedly over her face. “The flies,” she explained. “I’m not going to sleep. Try the next page. Oh, dear me, try the next page!”
Arnold proceeded:
“Say first for heaven hides nothing from thy view.
Nor the deep tract of hell say first what cause.
Moved our grand parents in that happy state—”
Blanche suddenly threw the handkerchief off again, and sat bolt upright in her chair. “Shut it up,” she cried. “I can’t bear any more. Leave off, Arnold—leave off!”
“What’s, the matter now?”