"I don't mind the services: singing won't keep me awake; and as for sermons!..."
"It looks as if I can't get rid of you. I suppose I'll have to stand for it! Roll up your blankets; you can sleep inside after service."
As the clergyman turned to re-enter the building he noticed Alice and her father regarding him and his guest with some amusement. He advanced to them, and held out his hand.
"We arrived this evening, and thought we should like to look you up and gain some knowledge of Dawson, and the manners and customs of its people," said Alice.
"You have evidently been enjoying an exhibition of them. Come in and see our church."
They entered the yard and walked towards the door, watching the intruder wrestle with his bedding. They passed into the church, and to Alice it seemed fitting that this should be the first log building she had ever entered, the first roof to cover her in the New World. Being a thorough Churchwoman it was to her a matter of satisfaction and sentiment.
As they stood before the altar others entered, whereupon their host looked at his watch.
"It is almost time," he said.
"May we stay?" asked Alice.
"Assuredly."