"How are we going to church there, then?"
"Think good thoughts, and enjoy the works of the good Creator. That's all you can do in any church, Dolly. Come, little Puritan."
Dolly did not quite know what to do; however, she got her hat, finding that her mother was willing; and she and her father went down to the bridge. There, to her dismay somewhat, they were joined by Mr. St. Leger. But not to Mr. Copley's dismay; he welcomed the young man openly. Dolly would have gone back now, but she did not dare.
"Going to see the house?" Lawrence asked.
"It is Sunday," said Dolly. "You cannot."
"There's a way of opening doors, even on Sunday," said the other.
"No, not here. The housekeeper will not let you in. She is a Christian."
"She is a Methodist, you mean," said Mr. Copley.
"I believe she is a Methodist. She is a good friend of mine."
"What business have you to make friends with Methodists? we're all good Church people; hey, Lawrence? What grand old woods these are!"