“Oh! I meant the sermon,” said Bell, coloring, with a consciousness how much more frequently it was bonnets than sermons she meant. “I do think it was lovely. Don’t you, Cousin Mate?”
“‘Whatsoever things are lovely, think on these things,’” returned Miss Marvin, smiling, and dropping behind to speak with Judy Ryan.
“Do you suppose we could read the Bible to poor folks and show them how to be real nice, as he said that beautiful young lady did?” resumed Bell, walking along with Jenny.
“I don’t know. It’s always ‘beautiful young ladies’ in books. Don’t you remember in ‘Ministering Children’ about the ‘snow-white pony,’ and the children all running to meet her, and the old blind women so glad to see—hear her, I mean—”
“You know,” broke in Bell, “there’s lots of poor folks down to the Mills.”
“Yes; but they wouldn’t like it, I don’t believe; we’re so small.”
“Why, I’m most as tall as my mother, Jenny King; and besides, doesn’t Cousin Mate say the Bible can help everybody? That’s enough to convert them, of course.”
They stopped to ask Sue Sherman to join them.
“We’ll go separately, and see who reads the most chapters to the most folks,” said Bell.
“Does Miss Marvin approve?” asked Sue.