our mouths are full we can't be buzzing! We never had one so nice about
that before."

"How wise this modern Aristotle must be!" the young man broke in amid
the laughter. "But I doubt if even a lobster-claw could keep you still!"

The little maid gave him a shy glance, containing more of coquetry than
her sister would ever know.

"I'm pretty still in church," she said, "that is, if 'tisn't _too_
long. Do you think it's very bad to just look 'round at the clock
sometimes? Our church clock's right under the gallery scats, behind us,
and it goes the slowest of any I ever saw! Sometimes, when I've waited
'most an hour before I looked 'round, it won't be five minutes by that
clock! Miss Prue Plunkett's my Sunday-school teacher; and one Sunday
when I had a cold, and my neck was so stiff I couldn't move, she said it
didn't better those old Jews any to be a stiff-necked race, but it
certainly did me. Sometimes Miss Prue talks so't I can't understand just
what she means; but Sara likes her first-rate, and so do I too, most
generally."

"Molly!" came admonishingly from the corner where the shelves were, "I'm
afraid you're talking too much." "Yes, she is, Sara," put in Morton
earnestly. "She's just _rattling!_"

The madame leaned back, laughing in keenest enjoyment.

"I had forgotten how delightful it is that children may be in a state of
nature," she said. "Ah, Robare, how can we go back to those doll-childs
at the hotel, with their so fine costumes, and so of-this-world-weary