"Well, there was _everything_ in that sermon," said Miss Cecilia. "I just trembled in my shoes at one time. I expected our last escapade in the school hall would be produced to point one of his morals."
"You admit that it would have pointed it?" said the cousin Jim, with a meaning laugh.
"Oh, yes; it was _awfully_ wicked; I'll admit that. But one didn't care to hear it rehearsed in a church."
"That is the trouble," mamma Harrison said. "Little nonsenses that do very well among schoolgirls, or in the way of a frolic, are not suited to illustrate a sermon with. I think Dr. Selmser is rather apt to forget the dignity of the pulpit in his illustrations."
"Lorena says he utterly spoiled the closing anthem by that doleful hymn he gave out," said Miss Lily. "They were going to give that exquisite bit from the last sacred opera, but the organist positively refused to play it after such woe-begone music. I wish we had a new hymn-book, without any of those horrid, old-fashioned hymns in it, anyhow."
It was Mr. Harvey Latimer's turn to speak:
"Oh, well now, say what you please, Selmser can _preach_. He may not suit one's taste always, Especially when you get hit; but he has a tremendous way of putting things. Old Professor Marker says he has more power over language than any preacher in the city."
"Yes," said Mr. Harrison, struggling with too large a mouthful of turkey, "he is a _preacher_, whatever else may be said about him; and yet of course it is unfortunate for a minister to be always pitching into people; they get tired of it after a while."
"Jim, did you know that Mrs. Jamison was going to give a reception to the bride next Wednesday evening?" This from Lily.
"No; _is_ she? That will be a grand crush, I suppose."
"I heard her giving informal invitations in church to-day," Helen said, and one of the schoolgirls said:
"Oh, don't you think she said she was going to invite us? Celia told her to send the invitation to you, Mrs. Harrison. We felt sure you would ask us to your house to spend the evening; Madam Wilcox will always allow that. But there is no use trying to get her permission for a party. You _will_ ask us, _won't_ you?"
Whereupon Mrs. Harrison laughed, and shook her head at them, and told them she was afraid they were naughty girls, and she would have to think about it. All of which seemed to be entirely satisfactory to them. The conversation suddenly changed.