THE REDEMPTION OF ANTHONY
"Oh!" said Priscilla in protest.
The Parson smiled, turning to her. "My dear, they're all sick of this disease save you and me. We must be very careful or we'll catch it."
He offered his hand to Mrs. Martin. "I must run along," he said. "I'm delighted to have met the daughter, and I think"—here he took Priscilla's hand—"I think we are going to be great friends."
"Thank you," said the girl gratefully.
"Parson, if you can put up with me for ten minutes longer, I'll drop you at the parsonage," Mrs. Crompton said.
"Charmed."
"I want to try to reinstate the illusions," she explained. "Hope you aren't determined not to like me," she said to Priscilla.
"Bring her around for tea, Louise. Adieu, Tony. Ta-ta, Peter."
Upon their exit, Peter once more joined Priscilla. "We've made a bad impression on you, haven't we?" he said.
"No, only I'm stupid, and I don't know
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