Miss Twitterton smiled faintly and looked at her fingers.
"But," pursued the vicar, "we sadly need new bellows. The old ones are patched past mending, and since we put in that new set of reeds they have become quite inadequate. The Hallelujah Chorus exposed our weaknesses sadly. In fact, the wind gave out altogether."
"So embarrassing," said Miss Twitterton. "I didn't know what to do."
"Miss Twitterton must be saved embarrassment at all costs," said Peter, producing his note-case.
"Oh, dear!" said the vicar. "I didn't mean... Really, this is most generous. Too bad, your very first day in the parish. I--really--I am almost ashamed to--so very kind--so large a sum--perhaps you would like to look at the programme of the concert. Dear me!" His face lit up with a childlike pleasure. "Do you
