Chapter IV
The "Glories" Meet Again
It was Wednesday, and the morning was as bright and beautiful as the flower for which the new club had been named.
Across the road from Mr. Flint's church stood the dingy white parsonage, its windows glistening in the morning sunlight. It was there, and on this particular morning, that the second meeting of the "Glories" was to be held.
Mrs. Flint, with the apprehensiveness of a neat housekeeper, was trotting from one room to another, replacing a chair here, raising or lowering a curtain a fraction of an inch there, and now and then wiping away an imaginary spot of dust.
Will Flint was looking out one of the sitting-room windows, and rocking nervously with one leg thrown over the arm of his chair. He wanted to smoke and read, but smoking was not to be thought of in the parsonage.
"What's going to happen, mother?" he asked, as she came into the sitting-room in search of disorder and dust.
"Our club is to meet here this morning," Mrs. Flint replied, proudly.