THE REDEMPTION OF ANTHONY
corners of her mouth turned down, her wicked eyes turned up. "We are going out into the wilderness," she said, in a muffled voice; "and there the saintly Parson is to read aloud to me from Thomas a Kempis—or is it Thomas à Becket? I never can get them straight. Also he is to read the Prayers for the Damned."
"How cheerful!" murmured Peter.
They all laughed, including The Parson.
"What are you going to do with the hammock?" demanded Mrs. Martin.
"Sit in it," replied the lady promptly.
"Both of you?" asked Drake.
"Certainly. It can be done with care, you know."
"That," said The Parson, "is our concession to things worldly."
"You've no idea how nice he looks lying at the other end of the hammock, preaching to me. Oh, even conversion may be made interesting if you just know how to go about it."
"Who's converting whom?" asked Tony.
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