General Lyon invited and pressed his adopted niece to take drives in the picturesque vicinity of the hall.
But Drusilla answered that she wished her first going out should be to the house of God, in acknowledgment of His great mercy in preserving her and her child amid so many dangers, and raising up to them such dear friends.
And the conscientious old soldier could urge the matter no farther.
One Friday morning Anna and Drusilla were seated together as usual—the baby sleeping in the cradle between them—when Anna said:
“Drusilla, my dear, you are going to church next Sunday?”
“Yes, I am; Providence permitting, Anna.”
“Do you know it will be Christening Sunday?”
“No, I didn’t, Anna.”
“Well, it will be. Now wouldn’t you like to have your boy christened?”
“Oh, yes; indeed I should, bless him!”