savage with the children."

"Perhaps it refreshes her, and hinders her from being cross."

"Maybe she thinks so; but if she have either sense or ear, nothing
would so predispose her to be cross as the squeaking of Mr.
Touchett's penny-whistle choir."

"Poor Mr. Touchett," sighed Mrs. Curtis; "I wish he would not make
such ambitious attempts."

"But you like the choral service," said Fanny, feeling as if
everything had turned round. "When all the men of a regiment chant
together you cannot think how grand it is, almost finer than the
cathedral."

"Yes, where you can do it," said Rachel, "but not where you can't."

"I wish you would not talk about it," said Grace.

"I must, or Fanny will not understand the state of parties at
Avonmouth."

"Parties! Oh, I hope not."

"My dear child, party spirit is another word for vitality. So you
thought the church we sighed for had made the place all we sighed to
see it, and ourselves too. Oh! Fanny is this what you have been
across the world for?"