Aikenside
Language: en
/0/1760/coverbig.jpg?v=ececb01ebccc4a43a1f5be15586afaff)
There was no one to respond, unless it were good old Mr. Hodges, who pitched so high that few could follow him; while Mrs. Captain Simpson—whose daughter, the organist, had been snubbed at the last choir meeting by Mr. Hodges’ daughter, the alto singer—rolled up her eyes at her next neighbor, or fanned herself furiously in token of her disgust.