"I wouldn't tie another twig," said the elder girl, "for all the Christmas pudding that was ever boiled."
"It's lucky then that there isn't another twig to tie."
"I don't know about that. I see a score of places where the work has been scamped. This is the sixth time I have done the church, and I don't think I'll ever do it again. When we first began it, Bell and I, you know,—before Bell was married,—Mrs. Boyce, and the Boycian establishment generally, used to come and help. Or rather we used to help her. Now she hardly ever looks after it at all."
"She is older, I suppose."
"She's a little older, and a deal idler. How idle people do get! Look at him. Since he has had a curate he hardly ever stirs round the parish. And he is getting so fat that H—sh! Here she is herself,—come to give her judgment upon us." Then a stout lady, the wife of the vicar, walked slowly up the aisle. "Well, girls," she said, "you have worked hard, and I am sure Mr. Boyce will be very much obliged to you."
"Mr. Boyce, indeed!" said Lily Dale. "We shall expect the whole parish to rise from their seats and thank us. Why didn't Jane and Bessy come and help us?"
"They were so tired when they came in from the coal club. Besides, they don't care for this kind of thing,—not as you do."
"Jane is utilitarian to the backbone, I know," said Lily, "and Bessy doesn't like getting up ladders."
"As for ladders," said Mrs. Boyce, defending her daughter, "I am not quite sure that Bessy isn't right. You don't mean to say that you did all those in the capitals yourself?"
"Every twig, with Hopkins to hold the ladder and cut the sticks; and as Hopkins is just a hundred and one years old, we could have done it pretty nearly as well alone."
"I do not think that," said Grace.
"He has been grumbling all the time," said Lily, "and swears he never will have the laurels so robbed again. Five or six years ago he used to declare that death would certainly save him from the pain of such another desecration before the next Christmas; but he has given up that foolish notion now, and talks as though he meant to protect the Allington shrubs at any rate to the end of this century."
"I am sure we gave our share from the parsonage," said Mrs. Boyce, who never understood a joke.
"All the best came from the parsonage, as of course they ought," said Lily. "But Hopkins had to make up the deficiency. And as
