John laughed outright.
"I believe you saw every crack and corner of the church," he said, speaking almost good-naturedly.
And Dorothy spoke her troubled thought—
"I don't know anything about kerosene lamps. I don't suppose I could fix one to save my life."
"I know all about them; papa used to have one in his office that I took care of, and mamma used one for sewing. I can show you all about them in five minutes. Will you go?"
"Well," said Dorothy, veiling her eagerness as well as she could, "I'd be willing, but I don't believe mother will."
"Yes, she will; I'll look out for that."
It was neither Lewis nor Louise that made this startling promise, but John himself!
"Was it quite according to Sunday observance to make all those plans?" Louise asked her husband, smiling, but a shade of trouble, nevertheless, in her voice. "Sometimes those things trouble me. I had Sunday plans at heart, but I'm afraid they didn't show very plainly."
"Well, I don't know: to brighten the church, so that it shall be a more tolerable spot, is important, certainly. It is a very desirable thing to accomplish, Louise. But I don't see how you coaxed John into it."