"Are they going to turn the church into a playhouse?" Mrs. Armadale asked.
"It's for the sake of the church and the school, you know, mother. Santa Claus will come in with his sled and give his presents,—that is all. At least, that is all the play there will be."
"What else will there be?"
"O, there'll be singing, grandma," said Madge; "hymns and carols and such things, that the children will sing; and speeches and prayers, I suppose."
"The church used to be God's house, in my day," said the old lady, with a concerned face, looking up from her knitting, while her fingers went on with their work as busily as ever.
"They don't mean it for anything else, grandmother," said Madge. "It's all for the sake of the school."
"Maybe they think so," the old lady answered.
"What else, mother? what else should it be?"
But this she did not answer.
"What's Mr. Dillwyn got to do with it?" she asked presently.