“He does bear rather a strong family resemblance,” said Miss Campbell, gazing rather fearfully at the great structure.
But opinions differed about the Temple.
“I think it’s very fine,” said Billie, “if only for its bigness.”
“I like it as long as I don’t think of it as a church,” observed Elinor. “I’m sure I couldn’t say my prayers in it, without feeling that God was a cruel king who would punish me severely for my sins.”
“Well, that is what they believe, isn’t it?” asked Mary.
“The only thing I know about their belief,” observed Miss Campbell, with a top-lofty air, “is that they frown on old maids.”
“They would never frown on you, dearest cousin, if they saw you first,” laughed Billie.
The doors to the Temple were closed to visitors that morning, but their little guide led them behind the structure, where stood the Tabernacle, a peculiar building, resembling a monster egg. Here was the great organ, which Elinor desired particularly to hear, and, by a lucky chance, when they entered the auditorium, the place was filled with music. Miss Campbell, with Elinor and Mary, seated herself in one of the pews to listen, while Billie and Nancy wandered up a side aisle, looking very much like two pigmies under the vast dome of the roof. Presently they also sat down and composed themselves to listen to the strains of the wedding march, the first notes of which had been sounded on the organ.
Some one touched Billie on the shoulder.
It was Evelyn Stone.