Mr. and Mrs. Evans attend Reverend Phelp's church.
Am I going to spend the rest of my life serving coffee to strangers in church basements? Am I? —Yes I Reverend Phelps was truly noble. As usual!—Reverend Phelps has been married for more than twenty years. Don't let those thoughts Into your citadel! You just remember that the mind is a citadel and you can keep out all troubling thoughts. My! Mrs. Evans! you are certainly a sight for sore eyes! I don't know how you manage to look so unruffled and cool and young! With all those children. And Mr. Evans. How are you tonight?—She has a baby just about every year. I don't know how she stands it. Mr. Evans don't look like that kind of man. You sure can't tell a book by its cover. Lord! I wish I was in my own home and these were my guests and my husband was somewhere in the room.