"Are you good for an expedition, Marie?" asked Frank, one Sunday at dinner.
They had had their ordinary services in the chapel, followed by Sunday school, and were sitting down to the usual Sunday dinner, which, though mostly cold, was as dainty a repast as heart could wish.
"An expedition! Yes, of course; I suppose so," answered Marion, who, under the tuition of Stanley and the boys, was learning to be a good deal of a woods-woman. "Where do you mean to go, and when?"
"This afternoon, and up through the valley and along the bank of Cedar Run to the Jones school-house. Is that too far for you?"
"Oh no. But it is Sunday," said Marion, puzzled.
"Well, isn't it proper to go to prayer meeting on Sunday?"
"Oh! Why, yes, of course. Yes, I should like it very much."
"Good! We'll start about half-past three, to give ourselves plenty of time, and take the saw-mill road through the woods and along the banks of the run. It will be bright moonlight coming home, you know; and you and Stannie were saying only yesterday that you wanted to be in the woods at night."
"But what is this meeting, that you are going so far for it? Anything out of the common?" asked Gerty.
"Nothing at all, only as being a meeting in the Jones district, which has been rather uncommon of late years," answered Bram. "Coming home yesterday, we stopped at Abner Jones's house for a drink; and as dinner was ready, of course they made us stay. So Harry began to talk to them about coming over to chapel, and they made the usual excuse of its being too far. Then Harry asked: