"We never go," he said at last.
"Why not?"
"Well," with a short laugh, "that question might be hard to answer. I don't, I suppose, because I don't want to."
"Why don't you want to? Aren't they pleasant gatherings?"
"Never went to see. I grew away from them before I was old enough to go. Mother and father don't believe in them, among other things."
There was a suspicion of a sneer in his voice now. Louise was a persistent questioner.
"Why don't they believe in them?"
"Various reasons. They dress, and mother doesn't believe in dressing. She believes women ought to wear linsey-woolsey uniform the year round. And they dance, and neither mother nor father believe in that; they think it is the unpardonable sin mentioned in the Bible."
"Do they dance at the church socials?"
"Yes," an unmistakable sneer in his tones now, "I believe they do; we hear so anyhow. You will look upon the institution with holy horror after this, I suppose?"