“Oh, oh! see the sun!” cried Maybee; “and there’s Uncle Thed and Tod going home from church.”
“Guess my new wubber boots wasn’t afwaid of the wain,” said Tod, running in and holding up one foot triumphantly. “We comed over the stepping-stones, too. Oh, my! an’ the mud’s all water, now; covers ’em most up.”
“Those stepping-stones are just a nuisance,” remarked Sue. “I wish they’d build a nice plank walk over the marsh.”
“My don’t,” said Tod. “It’s weal fun to take tight hold of papa’s hand and let him step you wight along.”
Uncle Thed lifted Tod on his knee.
“Were you having a meeting here, and isn’t it through?” he asked.
“We were just seeing how far we’d got to heaven; I mean, how was the best way,” said Maybee. “And Sue was so frightened when Tod and me was lost, she won’t never do so again. That’s a step, you know.”
“Dick an’ me isn’t never going to say ‘By funder’ no more, neither,” said Tod complacently.
“Isn’t Dick just as different as can be?” said Sue. “Only think, mamma, if you hadn’t gone into Aunty McFane’s that day—”
“Oh, yes,” put in Maybee, “I’m going always to b’lieve God takes care of everybody when they ask him.”