"
"Did you expect us to go to church?" gasped Barbara.
"Certainly. Everybody goes," returned Mr. Brewster, equally surprised
at such a question.
"Why, we haven't unpacked any clothes for church."
"That doesn't matter. The Lord doesn't judge according to dress. If
your heart is clean it is all He wants," replied Mr. Brewster, walking
away towards the house.
The girls looked at each other in amazement.
"What shall we do, Anne? I won't go in this old rag!" declared Barbara.
"Don't drag me into the argument, Bob. You hate going to church and
there's no use trying to pretend it is your dress that keeps you away."
"Would Eleanor care to go with us?" asked Mrs. Brewster.
"Is Polly going?" countered Eleanor.
"Oh, yes, I always go," said Polly.
"We-el, I don't know, Poll. I'll go next Sunday but I am taken by
surprise this week. I'll stay home with Bob, I guess."
"Very well, then, I'll tell Mr. Brewster to omit the extra seat in the
wagon," and Mrs. Brewster hurried away to dress.
"What shall we do all morning?" asked Eleanor the moment the ranch-
wagon was out of sight.
"We might unpack a few things we need, and arrange the trunks so mine
can be sent back home without giving you any trouble about yours,"
suggested Barbara.
"That's a good plan. And a good day to do it in, too," laughed Eleanor.
"I think it is ridiculous--the way they go on about the Sabbath! I
suppose they would be dreadfully shocked if they knew we were about to
unpack our trunks!" said Barbara, sneeringly.
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