All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin.”
“It’s Thanksgiving Sunday!” Judy whispered.
But Mrs. Riker was looking into the faces of the children and finding nothing to be thankful for. Her own were not there.
CHAPTER XVII
More Secrets
They waited until the hymn was over and then tiptoed quietly out of the big Sunday school room. A moment later the quiet was shattered as the children rushed off to their individual classrooms. The Dran boys hurried in through the outside door. They were both out of breath.
“Are we late?” the older boy asked Judy.
“I’m afraid so.”
“Oh dear!” the younger one lamented. “We missed the singing and that’s the best part. We wanted Penny and Paul to come with us, but Peter said their mother would worry—”