It meant not only some one set apart in a
priestly way, but some one who was just slipping down into the
mysterious valley of the shadow, with the shining of the New Jerusalem
upon his face.
As long as the cottage was in sight John Jay kept rolling his eyes
backward as he trudged along in the dust; but Mars' Nat was the only one
in view. Twice he stumbled and almost spilled the eggs. A little farther
along he concluded that he was tired enough to rest a while. So he sat
down on a log in a shady fence corner, and took a green apple from his
pocket. He rolled it around in his hands and over his face, enjoying its
tempting odor before he stuck his little white teeth into it. The first
bite was so sour that it drew his face all up into a pucker and made
his eyes water. He raised his hand to throw it away, but paused with his
arm in the air to listen. Somebody was playing on the organ in the
church a few rods up the hill.
It was a quaint little stone church, all overgrown with ivy, that the
Chadwicks had built generations ago.
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