"Yes, Marjie, I suppose, in a way...." Anna admitted.
"And then—there's the church," Miss Whitcom persisted, almost brutally whimsical.
"The church?"
"Since it tries so very hard to keep abreast of the times—one might say, à la mode!"
The sisters went into the cottage. Louise rose.
"I must dress too," she announced, crossing quickly to the door.
"I like that gown ever so much," said Lynndal.
She turned and cast him a rueful glance. "Thank you. But I really must change." She smiled faintly. The high colour had faded, and her eyes had lost their look of splendid wildness.
"Wait for me!" cried Hilda, making a tomboy dive for the door, and capturing her sister's waist, hanging on her affectionately as they went in together.
"At any rate, we don't have to dress," laughed the Rev. Needham quite jovially.