She was already in bitter anticipation
living over the martyrdom of the morrow. On the way home she
asked me seriously if I thought Mr. Campbell would go to heaven
when he died.
"Of course he will," I said. "Isn't he a member of the church?"
"Oh, yes, but I can't imagine him fitting into heaven. You know
he isn't really fond of anything but live stock."
"He's fond of teasing people, I guess," I responded. "Are you
really going to church to-morrow in that dress, Sis?"
"If mother'll let me I'll have to," said poor Cecily. "I won't
let Mr. Campbell triumph over me. And I DO want to have as many
names as Kitty has. And I DO want to help the poor little Korean
children. But it will be simply dreadful. I don't know whether I
hope mother will or not."
I did not believe she would, but Aunt Janet sometimes could be
depended on for the unexpected. She laughed and told Cecily she
could please herself. Felicity was in a rage over it, and
declared SHE wouldn't go to church if Cecily went in such a rig.
Dan sarcastically inquired if all she went to church for was to
show off her fine clothes and look at other people's; then they
quarrelled and didn't speak to each other for two days, much to
Cecily's distress.
I suspect poor Sis wished devoutly that it might rain the next
day; but it was gloriously fine.
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