It was too awful.
What would he think of her? An agony of embarrassment and shame
swept over her.
And then--could she believe her eyes?--right in the midst of his
prayer, his harshly melodious voice rising and falling with never a
break--the Reverend MacGill smiled. Smiled straight at her--there
could be no mistake. And a knowing, sympathetic, understanding kind
of smile! Yes, he was human.
She liked him better than she had ever thought it possible to like a
minister--especially an ugly one, and one whom she'd never "met."
But after service she "met" him at the door, where he was standing
to shake hands with the departing worshippers. As Mrs. O'Neill
introduced her, rather unhappily, as "one of Tess's little friends,"
he flashed her another smile which said, quite plainly: "I saw you
up to your pranks, young lady!" But it was not until after Dr. and
Mrs. O'Neill had passed on that he said aloud: "That was all right--
all I ask is that you don't look so innocent when your hands are at
mischief."
Oh, she adored his smile!
The following Sunday evening she was invited to the O'Neills' for
supper, and the Reverend MacGill was invited too.
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