"Aunt Gary," I said, "please don't object! There is nobody to read the Bible to them—and I should like to do it very much."
"Yes, I see you would. There—don't get excited about it—every Sunday evening, did you say?"
"Yes, ma'am, if you please."
"Daisy, it will just tire you; that's what it will do. I know it, just as well as if I had seen it. You are not strong enough."
"I am sure it would refresh me, Aunt Gary. It did the other night."
"The other night?"
"Christmas eve, ma'am."
"Did you read to them then?"
"Yes, ma'am; they wanted to know what Christmas was about."