"Oh, no, she isn't," Joy answered, quickly; "but she always says people should be reverent in their manner in church, and remember they are in God's house."
"And wasn't I reverent?" Lulu demanded, in astonishment.
"Well, no, I don't think you were," Joy admitted, after a moment's hesitation.
"Oh, Joy!" Celia whispered, fearing their visitor would take offence.
"Let her say what she thinks!" Lulu cried, sharply. "I wish you'd tell me what you mean," she said to Joy; "come, you may as well."
"You—you seemed to be thinking of yourself all the time," was the frank response— "of yourself and your clothes, you know."
"Well, what ought I to have been thinking of, then?" Lulu questioned, flippantly.
"Of God," Joy answered, in a low voice.
There was a brief silence, broken by Celia, who addressed Lulu in conciliatory tones.
"You mustn't be offended with Joy," she said; "she means no harm—she's always so outspoken."