Anne stood up--with a sidelong glance at the enchanting vision in the
mirror. "I think I ought to go," she hesitated.

Judy turned to look at her.

"Don't be so good, Anne," she said, with a teasing laugh; "be wicked
like I am, just for one day--"

"You are not wicked."

"Well, I haven't a proper sense of duty."

"You have too. You just like to say such things, Judy, just to shock
people."

Which shows that in two days, wise little Anne had found Judy out!

"Well, I'm not going to church, anyhow," and Judy settled back and
closed her eyes.

Anne's book was open at the fascinating place where Toby Veck eats his
dinner on the church steps; the deep rose-cushioned chair opened its
wide arms in comfortable invitation. It was the little girl's first
taste of the temptation of ease,--and she yielded. But as she picked
up her book again, she soothed her conscience with the righteous
resolve--"I will go to service this afternoon."

As she settled back, the girl reflected in the mirror looked at her.