Well, sisters, I did not mean to preach or exhort out of season, but my heart has been touched, and out of its fulness I have spoken.
"Are we a-going to your High Church?" says I to Cousin E. E. when she came to my room Friday morning, and asked if I was ready.
"No," says she; "even that does not reach my ideas of what is due to the occasion. We will go still higher—to St. Stephen's."
"Catholic, isn't it?" says I.
"Yes," says she, with a sigh, "the Mother Church. You will, at least, be interested."
"I never was in a Catholic meeting-house," says I, "but to-day I feel like worshipping anywhere, cold as it is."
"Not so cold as our Lord's tomb," says she, shivering a little.
I, too, felt cold chills a-creeping over me.
"Come," she says, "it is time."