picked up a bit of sewing, and her face,
at first pale, grew slowly pink. "He
only likes sinners," she thought; "and,
oh, I am not a sinner!"

CHAPTER II

After that on Sabbath mornings
Philippa sat with her father, in
the silent upper chamber. At first
Henry Roberts, listening--listening--
for the Voice, thought, rapturously,
that at the eleventh hour he was to
win a soul--the most precious soul in his
world!--to his faith. But when, after a
while, he questioned her, he saw that
this was not so; she stayed away
from other churches, but not because
she cared for his church. This troubled
him, for the faith he had outgrown was
better than no faith.

"Do you have doubts concerning the
soundness of either of the ministers--the
old man or the young man?" he asked her,
looking at her with mild, anxious eyes.

"Oh no, sir," Philly said, smiling.

"Do you dislike them--the young