And suddenly to Emmy Lou, there in Aunt Cordelia's lap, God is a Person! He paces his goodly walks, as Papa does the flagging from the gate to the house with Emmy Lou running to meet him. God paces his walks between his sweet and pleasant flowers and his brows are white and his beard falls on his breast. Will he smile on Emmy Lou? And on Izzy and Sister and Minnie? Or will he draw them to him and kiss them?
"And at last she went to sleep," Aunt Cordelia, coming downstairs, told Uncle Charlie.
Straight from the breakfast table the next morning, Emmy Lou went and brought her cloak.
"Izzy will be waiting for me at his gate," she told Aunt Cordelia. The custom being for the two meeting at Izzy's gate then to go to the alley hunting Sister.
Aunt Katie came downstairs just here, looking for Emmy Lou.
"Do you know where my scissors are? I can't find mine or any others."
Emmy Lou has a way of hunting scissors for herself and Sister to cut out pictures, but is quite sure this time that she is not culpable.
"I ain't had nary pair," she assured Aunt Katie.
Aunt Katie, apparently forgetting the scissors, swept round on Aunt Cordelia who was just leaving the breakfast table.
"There!" she said accusingly.