“We had one bad storm, before we reached Gibraltar; but I wasn't seasick.”
“Were the other passengers?”
“One was.” Lydia reddened a little, and then turned somewhat paler than at first.
“What is it, Lydia?” her aunt subtly demanded. “Who was the one that was sick?”
“Oh, a gentleman,” answered Lydia.
Her aunt looked at her keenly, and for whatever reason abruptly left the subject. “Your silk,” she said, “will do very well for church, Lydia.”
“Oh, I say, now!” cried her husband, “you're not going to make her go to church to-day!”
“Yes, I am! There will be more people there to-day than any other time this fall. She must go.”
“But she's tired to death,—quite tuckered, you know.”
“Oh, I'm rested, now,” said Lydia. “I shouldn't like to miss going to church.”