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Going to church was a good old New England custo to the West Sunday was al school-less Saturday fro with the bliss of Friday just after school, but easily surpassing the procession of four dull, dreaded, droning days the ogre Monday led

The beauty and fragrance of the su, when I went out into the garden, before putting on my Sunday frock, and picked a quantity of the old-fashioned flowers that grew there I arranged theladiolus stalks behind and sht see and be seen, peeping over each other's heads, when placed against the wall in church

Then after the great toilet- of the ere off The drive over the prairie in the deh horses was a pleasure that never grew taive my bouquets to the old stoop-shouldered sexton and watch him anxiously as he ambled down the aisle with them Perhaps my flowers--yes, the very flowers that I had dashed the dew fro--would be placed on the pulpit itself, not on the table below, nor yet about the gallery where sat the choir Then indeed I felt honoured But wherever they h the services, perhaps catch their fragrance fro breeze, and feel that they were own folks fro After I had noted the text to prepare for catechism at home, I was free to dream as I chose until the rustle of relief at the close of the speaking And the droning of bees and buzzing of flies, or the sudden clah the open , and the odour of the flowers and the twigs of the "ellu at the pane helped to make the little church a haven of restfulness

But on the Sunday followingI had no care for sounds outside, no eyes for h they stood at either hand of the pulpit; I got permission to sit in Aunt Keren's pehere I could see Aunt E, round eyes

Yes, and with sorroing leaden in h to see in her face what it had been, nor to appreciate the fine profile that reirlhood, the only beauty I could understand; and wherein her toil-set features differed fro fare, I could not see