human
I can't say as I think he's using of us well, said somebody, whom Mrs. Vincent could hear as she made her way to the door.
gpt
Business of his own! a minister ain't got no right to have business of his own, leastways on Sundays. Preaching's his business. I don't hold with that notion. He's in our employ, and we pays him well----
human
Well! it ain't nothing to me who hears me, said this rebellious member, not without a certain vulgar pleasure in his power of insult.
gpt
We pays him well, as I say; I have to stick to my business well or ill, and I don't see no reason why the minister should be different. If he don't mind us as pays him, why, another will.
human
Oh, I've been waiting to catch your eye, said Mrs. Pigeon, darting forward at this crisis to Mrs. Tufton;
gpt
Hush! Mrs. Pigeon--Mrs. Vincent, said Mrs. Tufton, hurriedly;
human
Oh, I am sorry!-- I beg your pardon, I'm sure, cried Mrs. Pigeon;
gpt
continued the poulterer's wife, not without a glance at that cherry-coloured bonnet which had nodded during the sermon, and to which poor Mrs. Vincent felt a certain gratitude,
human
My son has had very good training, said the widow, not without dignity.
gpt
His dear father had many good friends who have taken an interest in him. He has always been accustomed to good society, and I must say, at the same time, added Mrs. Vincent,
human
continued the mild diplomatist,
gpt
Oh, I'm sure! in a tone which was half defensive and half deprecating. Mrs. Pigeon, however, intended nothing less than to terminate the conversation at this interesting point, and it was with utter dismay that she perceived Mrs. Vincent sweep past before she had recovered herself--sweep past--though that black silk gown was of very moderate dimensions, and the trim little figure was noways majestic. The minister's mother made a curtsy to the astonished wife of the poulterer; she said
human
with a gracious bow, and went upon her way before Mrs. Pigeon had recovered her breath. Perfect victory attended the gentle widow in this little passage of arms. Her assailant fell back, repeating in a subdued tone,
gpt
Well, I'm sure! Mrs. Pigeon, like Tozer, granted that the minister's mother was