““It says there’s no marriages in heaven, Mrs Powlett,’ said Dorothy, giving a final polish to the pudding spoons with a piece of washleather. ‘I’m ashamed of you, Dorothy,’ said Mrs Powlett, ‘speaking of the Bible as “it”. And don’t tell me it’s in the Bible, Dorothy, for that is a book we were never meant to understand. Now come along and give me a hand and don’t leave the shammy on the Vicar’s chair.””
