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If He have given them to another sower of seed, by all means let them go to him as fast as they can." "Mr Liversedge, I do believe," Ambrose drew his chair back an inch "I do almost think you must be a a Calvinist." "It is not catching, I assure you, Mr Catterall." "But are you?" "That depends on what you mean. I certainly do not go blindly over hedge and ditch after the opinions of John Calvin.
"Oh, I have heard Father toast `the King over the water, and rail at the Elector; and I have heard Fanny chant that `Britons never shall be slaves' till I never wanted to hear the tune again; and I have heard Ambrose Catterall sing Whig songs to put Father in a pet, and heard lots of people talk about lots of things which are to be done when the King has his own again. That is about all I know.
Fanny's wedding was very smart and gay, and everybody came to it. The bridesmaids were we three, Esther Langridge, and two cousins of Ambrose's, whose names are Annabel Catterall and Priscilla Minshull. I rather liked Annabel, but Priscilla was horrid. She reminded me of Angus's saying about turning up one's eyes like a duck in thunder.
And Angus always was one to take the colour of his company, just as a glass takes the colour of anything you pour in. What can I do? Oh, what can I do? If he will not listen to Duncan " "Ambrose Catterall says that young men must always sow their wild oats," I said, when she stopped thus. "That is one of the Devil's maxims," exclaimed Flora, earnestly.
Father says, when Angus and Mr Keith come back, we will have Ephraim Hebblethwaite and Ambrose Catterall to spend the evening, and perhaps Esther Langridge too. I don't feel quite sure that I should like Esther to come.
Just ask Ambrose Catterall whether there is any weight on his conscience; or ask that jolly parson, who tackled you and Flora at breakfast, what he has to say to it. I'll be bound he will read prayers next Sabbath with as much grace and unction as if he had never been drunk in his life. And because I get let in just once, why "
I would not have Hatty get hold of it for all the world. And as to my Aunt Kezia I believe she would whip me and send me to bed if she read only the last page. Here comes Ambrose Catterall up the walk, and I must go down, though I do not expect there will be any fun.
"She is the prettiest of us, is Fanny." "So much obliged for the compliment!" gleefully cried Hatty. "Cary, don't you feel delighted?" "Is Ephraim here now?" I said, for of course I never thought of anybody else. "Ephraim!" Hatty whirled round, laughing heartily. "Ephraim, my dear, will have to break his heart at leisure. Ambrose Catterall has stolen a march on him."
Ambrose Catterall seemed to think it his duty to make fun for everybody, and he laughed and joked and chattered away finely. I asked where old Mr Catterall was. "Oh, in bed with a headache," laughed Ambrose, "like everybody else this morning." "Speak for yourself," said Mr Keith. "I have not one." "Well, mine's going," returned Ambrose, gaily. "A cup of Mrs Kezia's capital tea will finish it off."
"Surely not Farmer Catterall!" said my Aunt Kezia, "I have often felt afraid of an apoplexy for him." But the bell went on past sixty, and we knew it was not Farmer Catterall. "Is it never going to stop?" said Flora, when it had passed eighty. My Aunt Kezia went to the door, and calling Sam, bade him go out and inquire. Still the bell tolled on. It stopped just as Sam came in, at ninety-six.
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