There he found all the
doors open, and heard a murmuring sound of voices in Geraldine's
room. In a mood to be glad of any excuse for finding fault, he strode
across the nursery, where Angela and Bernard slept, and saw that
Lance, who ought to have gone at once to bed on coming in, was
standing in his sister's window, trying to read in the ray of gas-
light that came up from a lamp at the brew-house door.
'Go to bed, Lance,' he said; 'if you have not learnt your lessons in
proper time, you must wake early, or take the consequences. I won't
have it done on Sunday night.'
Lance started round angrily, and Cherry cried, 'O Felix, it is no
such thing! Only would you tell us where to find about the king and
his priests that defeated the enemy by singing the "mercy endureth
for ever" psalm?'
'In the Bible!' said Felix, as if sure it was a blunder. 'There's no
such story.'
'Indeed there is,' cried Lance, 'for Papa (the word low and
reverently) took out his blue poly-something Bible and read it out in
the sermon. Don't you remember, Fee, a hot day in the summer, when he
preached all about those wild robbers--horrid fellows with long
spears--coming up in the desert to make a regular smash of the Jews?'
'Lance!' cried Cherry.
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