Only he keeps
on worrying about the people of England, and whether
they'll make enough by it to keep them contented, till
he can't next month all right, he wants it to be distinctly
understood that family connection has nothing to do with
it."
"Of course it hasn't," Advena said.
"But we're just as much obliged," remarked Stella.
"A lot of our church people are going to stay at home
election day," declared Abby; "they won't vote for Lorne,
and they won't vote against imperialism, so they'll just
sulk. Silly, I call it."
"Good enough business for us," said Alec.
"Well, what I want to know is," said Mrs Murchison,
"whether you are coming to the church you were born and
brought up in, Abby, or not, tonight? There's the first
bell."
"I'm not going to any church." said Abby. "I went this
morning. I'm going home to my baby."
"Your father and mother," said Mrs Murchison, "can go
twice a day, and be none the worse for it. By the way,
Father, did you know old Mrs Parr was dead? Died this
morning at four o'clock. They telephoned for Dr Drummond,
and I think they had little to do, for he had been up
with her half the night already, Mrs Forsyth told me."
"Did he go?" asked Mr Murchison.
"He did not, for the very good reason that he knew nothing
about it. Mrs Forsyth answered the telephone, and told
them he hadn't been two hours in his bed, and she wouldn't
get him out again for an unconscious deathbed, and him
with bronchitis on him and two sermons to preach today.
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