“Uncle Wilfred, stop producing pamphlets about the missions from your despicable hat. My poor Flora cannot bear to hear another story of cannibals. I regret that I must ask you to leave.”
“It was ever so, nevvy. The godless persecute the servants of the Lord. Charity and I will brave the raging storm and find a Christian home in which to rest our heads.”
“But first, Papa, may I not have this glass of refreshing cordial my little cousin Millicent has offered?”
“The demon drink! Are even the children of this house corrupters of the innocent?”
“Might I suggest, Madam, the next time you attempt to extort money from a dead man’s wife and child, you stir yourself to don proper attire!”
“Uncle Wilfred, stop producing pamphlets about the missions from your despicable hat. My poor Flora cannot bear to hear another story of cannibals. I regret that I must ask you to leave.”
“It was ever so, nevvy. The godless persecute the servants of the Lord. Charity and I will brave the raging storm and find a Christian home in which to rest our heads.”
“But first, Papa, may I not have this glass of refreshing cordial my little cousin Millicent has offered?”
“The demon drink! Are even the children of this house corrupters of the innocent?”