'And you go to chapel?' Thyrza laughed, seeing Lydia look down.
'Poor Lyddy, what a trial it always was to you! Do you mind it so much now?'
They were sitting on the beach. Lydia picked up pebbles and threw them away.
'I don't think about it as I used to, Thyrza,' she replied, quietly, after a short pause. 'I go now because I like to go.'
'Do you, dear?' Thyrza said, doubtfully, feeling there was a change and not understanding it. 'You always liked the singing, you know.'
'Yes, I like the singing. But there's more than that. I like it all now.'
'Do you?' said Thyrza, in yet a more uncertain voice.
Lydia looked up and smiled brightly.
'We won't talk about it now, dearest. Some day we will, though—a good long talk. When we are again together. If we ever shall be together again, Thyrza.'
'I think so, Lyddy. I hope so. At all events, we shall see each other very often.'