"You did not open it?" asked the Indian boy, setting down his pail.
"No, indeed," replied Walter. "We would not do such a thing."
"It is kept always shut—the church," said Francisco. "I must look in."
He leaned across the sill; then, after lightly vaulting over, he said:
"Who has done this?"
"What?" eagerly inquired Walter, following him.
Francisco pointed to the walls. At regular intervals, where the stations are usually hung, colored scriptural prints had been placed, each fastened with a large pin, as they were unframed. They were scenes from the New Testament, in themselves rather pretty, and not inappropriate as illustrations of texts of Scripture.
"They are pretty, but they are not suitable for the stations," said Walter.
"I think it must be the missionary woman who has done this," said Francisco. "I will not take them down. I will ask some older person to do so. Perhaps my uncle will be home for Sunday. She did not do it for good, I am sure."