She closed and clasped the book, and mounting the table again, replaced
it in the hollow at the top of the bookcase, with the stuffed birds and
glass case over it.

When Ann and her father returned from chapel, there was a conscious
look on her face which they both remarked upon at once.

"What's the matter, Morva?" asked Ann.

"Is the calf worse?" asked the old man.

"No," answered the girl, her seriousness vanishing at once. "Nothing's
the matter; the calf is getting quite well."

As she spoke Will arrived from church, wearing a black coat and a white
cotton tie, his prayer-book under his arm.

Ebben Owens looked at him with an air of proud satisfaction.

"Here comes the parson," he said, and Will smiled graciously even at
Morva, whom he generally ignored in the presence of Ann and his father.

"Hast been stopping at home, Morva? I thought thee wast at chapel."

"I am going home now," said the girl, eyeing him rather critically. "I
will tell mother I have seen the 'Rev. Verily Verily.'"

Will flushed up, though he pretended to laugh; but Ebben Owens looked
annoyed.