"And stopped at the house on which you have your hand, perhaps," Mr.
Roberts said, smiling at her eager face.
"That might have been Simon's house, for instance."
"Did he live in Bethany? I don't know anything about these things."
"Eurie, look if you can find anything about him. The next reference is
Matthew xxvi."
And again Eurie read:
"'Now when Jesus was in Bethany, in the house of Simon the leper.'"
"The very place!" Flossy said, again. "Oh, I want so much to know what happened then!"
"Won't Miss Mitchell read it to us?" Mr. Roberts said, and he arranged his shawl along the ground for seats. "Since we have really come to Bethany, let us have the full benefit of it. Now, Miss Shipley, take a seat, and we will give ourselves up to the pleasure of being with Jesus in Simon's house, and looking on at the scene."
So they disposed of themselves on the grass, and Eurie, hardly able to restrain a laugh over the novelty of the situation, and yet wonderfully fascinated by the whole scene, read to them the tender story of the loving woman with her sweet-smelling ointment, growing more and more interested, until in the closing verse her voice was full of feeling.
"'Verily I say unto you, Wheresoever this gospel shall be preached in the whole world, there shall also this, that this woman hath done be told as a memorial of her.'"