"There's nothing I like more, Mrs. Mumpson, unless it is quiet."

"I feel that way, myself. You don't know what restraint I have put upon
myself that the sacred quiet of this day might not be disturbed. I have had
strong provercation since I entered this apartment. I will forbear to speak
of it till tomorrow in order that there may be quietness and that our minds
may be prepared for worship. I feel that it would be unseemly for us to enter
a house of worship with thoughts of strife in our souls. At precisely what
moment do you wish me to be ready for church?"

"I am not going to church, Mrs. Mumpson."

"Not going to church! I--I--scarcely understand. Worship is such a sacred
duty--"

"You and Jane certainly have a right to go to church, and since it is your
wish, I'll take you down to Lemuel Weeks' and you can go with them."

"I don't want to go to Cousin Lemuel's, nor to church, nuther," Jane
protested.

"Why, Mr. Holcroft," began the widow sweetly, "after you've once harnessed up
it will take but a little longer to keep on to the meeting house. It would
appear so seemly for us to drive thither, as a matter of course. It would be
what the communerty expects of us. This is not our day, that we should spend
it carnally. We should be spiritually-minded. We should put away things of
earth. Thoughts of business and any unnecessary toil should be abhorrent. I
have often thought that there was too much milking done on Sunday among
farmers. I know they say it is essential, but they all seem so prone to
forget that but one thing is needful. I feel it borne in upon my mind, Mr.