"We are all going to church to-morrow, 'cause your father is going to preach about the Rest,—pray over it too, and mother's going to sing the offertory, two verses, if the sermon's too long, and three if it isn't. You tell your father that, for singing is much more interesting than preaching any day."
"Ethelwyn!"
"Why it is, mother."
"I'll tell father, but he is likely to go on a long time when he is once started," said Nan.
"If I don't go to sleep, I'll be sure to wiggle," said Beth.
But they all went to sleep.
Ethelwyn sat in the choir seats close to her mother; while Elizabeth sat below with Aunty Stevens. Nan sat quite near them and sweetly smiled at Elizabeth.
"How do you feel?" she asked in a shrill whisper. "Wiggly? I told father not to preach very long, but there is no telling. Mother has some gum drops for me if I wiggle."
"Don't you think you will then?" asked Beth.
But Nan's mother stopped further disclosures by turning her daughter around, and setting her down with emphasis on the other side of her.