“I didn’t say you ought to go; did I, dear?”
“Well, yes, you sorta did, Cloudy.”
Julia Cloud shook her head.
“I don’t think I did. I said it wasn’t a matter for me to meddle with.”
“Well, don’t you?”
“No, Allison, not unless you feel that God has called you and you are willing to do what He wants you to. If you just went because you thought I wanted you to go, I don’t believe it would be worth while, because 197 you wouldn’t be working with the right spirit. But, as I said before, that is something you have got to account for to God, not to me.”
Allison drew his brows in a frown, and said no more; but he was almost silent at supper, and ate with an abstracted air. At quarter to eight he flung down the magazine he had been reading, and got up.
“Well, I s’pose I’ve got to go to that bloomin’ thing,” he said half angrily. “Come on, kid; you going?”
Leslie hurried into her hat and cape, and they went off together, Allison grumbling in a low, half-pleasant voice all the time. Julia Cloud sat apparently reading, watching the little byplay, and praying that God would strengthen the young heart.
“Dear Moses!” she murmured with a smile on her lips as the front door banged behind the children and she was left reading alone.