At supper, Missy was glad to learn that Pete had planned to attend
the meeting that evening. "Revivals" were not exactly in Pete's
line; but as long as Polly Currier had to be there, he'd decided he
might as well go to see her home. Moreover, he'd persuaded several
others of "the crowd" to go along and make a sort of party of it.
And Missy's strained ears caught no ominous suggestion as to her own
staying at home.
Later, walking sedately to the church between her grandparents,
Missy felt her heart beating so hard she feared they might hear it.
Once inside the church, she drew a long breath. Oh, if only she
didn't have so long to wait! How could she wait?
Polly Currier was again seated on the choir platform, to night an
angel in lavender mull. She had a bunch of pansies at her belt--
pansies out of grandma's garden. Pete must have given them to her!
She now and then smiled back toward the back pew where Pete and "the
crowd" were sitting.
To Missy's delight Polly sang a solo. It was "One Sweetly Solemn
Thought"--oh, rapture! Polly's high soprano floated up clear and
piercing-sweet.
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