During this conversation they were passing down the street, and when Miss Barry’s door was reached, be assured that three hearty cheers were given for her.
“Now three for temperance!” cried Sid. Then they cheered for temperance.
“I feel that my boys are, indeed, mounting the ladder of the true and noble,” was Miss Barry’s thought, as from her window she saw the ardent young knights pass away.
The next day Aunt Stanshy met Miss Barry. “Miss—Miss—Barry,” said Aunt Stanshy, nervously clutching her companion’s shawl, “we must—pray for our meeting.”
“O, we will, we will!”
There were earnest prayers going to God in behalf of that meeting. As step after step might be proposed, prayer went up from the altar of those two women’s hearts especially, beseeching God to recognize and bless each step that might be taken. O in what a cloud of prayer that enterprise was enveloped!
Aunt Stanshy and Miss Barry were talking about the meeting one day.
“I wish, Miss Barry, we could make sure that every body would go to the meeting. Will Dr. Tilton go?”
“That’s what I am wondering about, and Will Somers?”
Aunt Stanshy shook her head sadly: “He says, No.”