The next day Aunt Stanshy met Miss Barry. "Miss--Miss--Barry," said Aunt
Stanshy, nervously clutching her companion's shawl, "we must--pray for our
meeting."

"O, we will, we will!"

There were earnest prayers going to God in behalf of that meeting. As step
after step might be proposed, prayer went up from the altar of those two
women's hearts especially, beseeching God to recognize and bless each step
that might be taken. O in what a cloud of prayer that enterprise was
enveloped!

Aunt Stanshy and Miss Barry were talking about the meeting one day.

"I wish, Miss Barry, we could make sure that every body would go to the
meeting. Will Dr. Tilton go?"

"That's what I am wondering about, and Will Somers?"

Aunt Stanshy shook her head sadly: "He says, No."

"They must be there," said Miss Barry, "and--and--we must set a trap for
them."

"A trap?"

"I'll ask my uncle to help the choir sing, and--of course, he wont refuse.
I don't suppose he cares to come to the meeting because he needs it, but
if others go he won't want to be left out, and if he can sing, that will
give him a chance to attend. He is my uncle, you know."