Though she could recall those events distinctly, Missy now saw them
in a different kind of way. Now she was able to look at the evening
as a whole, with herself merely a part of the whole. She regarded
that sort of detached object which was herself. That detached Missy
had gone to the meeting, and failed to find grace. Others had gone
and found grace. Even though they had acted no differently from
Missy. Like her they sang tunes; listened to the preacher; bowed the
head; went forward and knelt at the feet of Jesus; repented; went
back to the pews; stood up and testified--
Oh!
Suddenly Missy gave a little sound, and stirred. She puckered her
brows in intense concentration. Perhaps--perhaps that was why!
And then she made the Great Resolve.
Soon after breakfast, Pete appeared with a bag of candy.
"I don't deserve it," said Missy humbly.
"You bet you don't!" acquiesced Pete.
So even he recognized her state of sin! Her Great Resolve
intensified.
That morning, for the first time in her life at grandma's house,
Missy shirked her "chores." She found paper and pencil, took a small
Holy Bible, and stole back to the tool-house where grandpa kept his
garden things and grandma her washtubs.
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