“I did,” Julie returned, “and they’ll write to you about it.”
“Humph! Writin’ ain’t much good. Well, did you do that other little errand for me? I ain’t got a second to stop; my light bread’s ready to come out of the oven right this minute.”
Julie fished out her especial package from the pile on the bed, and handed it over to her.
“Well, I certainly do thank you for all your trouble,” Mrs. Wicket said, and was just turning away, when she paused, struck by a further thought. “Oh, there!” she exclaimed. “What I wanted to ask you last night was, how you knew Brother Seabrook called on you to pray?”
“I was sitting just outside on the steps and heard him,” Julie returned simply, looking straight at her.
“You—you was sitting on the steps?”
“Yes,” Julie proceeded. “I slipped out because I was afraid to be called on, and after I got outside it was all so sweet and still, I just sat down there for a little bit, till I heard him ask me to lead, an’ then I came home.”
“Well!” Mrs. Wicket ejaculated. She was speechless a moment. Then she burst out. “Well, I think that was the funniest thing!”
“Maybe it was,” Julie interrupted her, “but anyhow I did it.”
“But Julie! Sitting outside on the church steps ’cause you’re afraid to pray?”