"We have no heart for gayety, Ellen," said Grandfather.
The two young men, with the healthy appetites of their age, had a second of inward rebellion against this decision, then they acquiesced. Perhaps it was his recollection of the Christmas dinner table with its handsomest white cloth with a red border, its smoking fowl, its hot mince pies, that made Matthew's voice still sharper, his words more cruel.
"You can wrap your picture up."
"You won't come, any of you?" whispered Ellen, her eyes seeking first one, then the other.
Leaving the picture in Matthew's hand she moved toward the door. To all she was a most precious creature about to slip away forever. Her grandfather leaned forward in his chair, pleading like an ancient prophet.
"Oh, Ellen, if you could only see the true light! There is only one thing worth while and that is peace with God. Not education, but your salvation should be your concern."
Matthew's attack was savage. A strange, fierce jealousy filled his narrow heart. Ellen had always obeyed him, she should obey him now!
"You aren't dressed properly. You should know better if Father doesn't."
Amos did not speak, but his eyes burned. If he might only talk to this poor lamb!