In the fervour
of the new religious feeling she craved sanctified surroundings.
So, though she didn't feel at all sick and though she wanted
desperately to make paper-flowers, she docilely let herself be put
to bed. Anyway, perhaps it was just a penance sent to her by our
Lord, to make atonement for her sin.
By supper-time grandma agreed that she seemed well enough to go.
Throughout the meal Pete, who was wearing an aloof and serious
manner, refrained from looking at her, and she strived to keep her
own anxious gaze away from him. He wasn't going to the meeting with
the other three.
Just as the lingering June twilight was beginning to darken--the
most peaceful hour of the day--Missy walked off sedately between her
grandparents. She was wearing her white "best dress." It seemed
appropriate that your best clothes should be always involved in the
matter of church going; that the spiritual beatification within
should be reflected by the garments without.
The Methodist church in Cherryvale prided itself that it was not
"new-fangled." It was not nearly so pretentious in appearance as was
the Presbyterian church.
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