She sprang from the couch with sudden energy and
stretched her dainty figure with a prodigious yawn.

"Gracious, Kitty, we must hurry!" she cried,
thrusting her bare feet into a pair of embroidered
slippers and throwing her blue flannel kimono on over
her night-dress.

The coffee-pot was boiling busily when she had
bathed and dressed. Each detail of her domestic
schedule was given an extra care this morning. The
stove was carefully polished, each pot and pan placed
in its rack with a precision that spoke an unusual joy
within the heart of the housewife.

And through it all she hummed a lullaby that
haunted her from the memories of a happy childhood.

Breakfast over, the kitten fed, the birds given
their bath, their sand and seed, she couldn't stop
until the whole place had been thoroughly cleaned
and dusted. Exactly why she had done this on Thursday
morning it was impossible to say. Some hidden force
within had impelled her.

Then back into the dream world her mind flew on
joyous wings. It was a sign from God in answer to
prayer. Why not? The Bible was full of such
revelations in ancient times. God was not dead because
the world was modern and we had steam and electricity.