“The girl had not any airs,” said Paula. “She told me about the churches down there in the town—not the ones we went to on Sunday; but there’s one that is very low indeed, and St. Andrew’s, which is their parish church, was suiting the moderate high church folk; and there is St. Kenelm’s, very high indeed, Mr. Flight’s, I think I have heard of him, and it is just the right thing, I am sure.” “Don’t flatter yourself that the M.A. will let you have much pleasure in it. It is just what people of her sort think dangerous.” “But do you know, Nag, I do believe that it is the church that Hubert Delrio was sent down to study and make a design for.” “Whew! There will be a pretty kettle of fish if he comes down about it! That is, if he and Flapsy have not forgotten all about the ice and the forfeits at Warner’s Grange, as is devoutly to be hoped.” “Do you hope it really, Nag, for Flapsy really was very much—did care very much.” “I have no great faith in Flapsy’s affections surviving the contact with greater swells.” “Poor Hubert!” “Perhaps his will not survive common sense. I am sure I hope not for both their sakes.” “But, Nag, it would be very horrid of them if they had no constancy,” declared the more romantic Paula. “It will be a regular mess if they do have it, and bring on horrid scrapes with the M.A. Just think. It is all very well to say she has known Hubert all his life; but she can’t treat him as a gentleman, or she won’t. She has a position to keep up with all these swells, and he will be only the man who paints the church! I only hope he will not come. There will be nothing but bother if he does, unless they both have more sense and less constancy than you expect. Well, this really is a splendid view. Old Mr. Delrio would be wild about it.” Here the steep and stony hill brought them into contact with the pony carriage, nor were there any more confidential conversations. The pony was put up at the top of the hill leading from Rockstone to Rockquay, and thence the party walked down for Miss Prescott to make a few purchases, and, moreover, to begin by gratifying Thekla’s reiterated entreaty for a bicycle, though, as she was unpractised and growing so fast, it was decided to be better to hire a tricycle for practice, and one bicycle on which Vera and Paula might learn the art. The choice was a long one, and left only just time for a peep into the two churches and a study of the hours of their services. St. Kenelm’s was decided to be a “perfect gem,” ornaments, beauty, and all, a little overdone, perhaps, in Magdalen’s opinion, but perfectly “the thing” in her sisters’.