CHAPTER IX.
THE FIRST SUNDAY ALONE.
he next morning dawned bright and clear, and Agnes was the first awake.
She slipped on her dressing-gown, and went across to her brothers' door and tapped gently.
"It is time to get up," she called.
"All right, mother," answered a very sleepy voice, and there was a comfortable sound of smothering bedclothes, and then silence.
"Hugh and John, do wake," exclaimed shivering Agnes; "we shall be late for church, if you go to sleep again."
She tapped louder this time, and then John's voice responded: