Chapter Three“I will not be back for luncheon.”
Without any more formal polite goodbye, the Minister stomped out of the house, down the steps of the veranda and started to walk away towards the Church.
Roberta gave a sigh of relief.
She found that every moment she was with him she disliked him more and it was with the greatest difficulty that she prevented herself from contradicting the statements he made, which were opposed to everything she believed in.
She had realised at supper last night how mean he was to the small boy whose name, she had discovered, was Daniel.
“Mama called me Danny,” he told Roberta when he came into the kitchen before supper.
“Then that is what I will call you,” she said, “and you shall call me Aunt Roberta.”
He smiled at her and said,
“That’s a nice name.
