“Don’t you attend church?” his sound grew higher still.
“I love to be shocked. I couldn’t sustain myself against a bore. Church? It’s too sleepy, don’t you know? I have remarked that God is with me without any sort of prayer, if I trace the path of righteousness. A minister is only a meddling grandmamma to my mind. If I ever build my ideal city, two things shall not be tolerated. One is a lawyer’s office and the other is a church. Church, sir! May I present you with one rose?”
I raised me to place it in his coat.
“Here’s a letter for you, Morning Glory!”
I was rescued by my uncle. How angelic his voice rang!
“I’m sorry, I’m much occupied this very morning,” I said, bowing slightly.
I pushed myself within the door.
Poor preacher!
21st—My answer to Oscar is as follows:
“Dear Honourable Mr. Ellis: