This offended her very much, as did any reference to her age. But
the decision was a wise one: she prayed too fervently, she sang
too lustily, and she talked too audibly, to admit of reverent
worship on the part of the younger members of the congregation,
and of the older ones, too, I am afraid.

One memorable Sunday she did go to church, as a great treat; and
when the hymn - "Peace, perfect peace" was given out, a beatific
smile illumined her face, and with her hymn-book upside-down she
was preparing to sing, when Diana said, -- whispered rather -- You
don't know this, darling."

"Yes, I do, mummy, peace in the valley of Bong."

Betty walked to church with me. "Aunt Woggles," she said, "you
know the gentleman in the Bible who lived inside the whale?"

"Yes, darling," I said, "I do remember." My heart sank at the
difficulties presented by Jonah as gentleman.

"Well," she said, "what dye suppose he did without candles in
the dark passages of the whale?"

Betty evidently pictured the dark passages of the whale to be what
Haines used to be before electric light was installed. The whale,
like a house, must be modernized to meet the requirements of the
day. When Betty starts asking questions, she mercifully quickly
follows one with another, and does not wait for answers. The
interior economy of the whale suggested various trains of thought,
and she went skipping along beside me, or rather in front of me,