better sheriff's wife. Do you know what I would make you do?"

The minister could guess.

"I'd make you ARREST that woman, Robert!"

"Felicia!" But she saw willingness to be a sheriff come into his
own eyes and stop there briefly.

"Don't call me 'Felicia' while I feel as wicked as this! Oh,
Robert, to think she named her little soul-doll after me!"

"It's a beautiful name."

Suddenly the wickedness was over. She laughed unsteadily.

"It wouldn't be a good name for a sheriff's wife, would it?" she said.
"So I'll stay by my own minister."

One day close upon this time Aunt Olivia came abruptly upon
Rebecca Mary in the grape arbor. She was sitting in her little
rocking chair, swaying back and forth slowly. She did not see
Aunt Olivia. What was she was crooning half under her breath?

"Oh, hush, oh, hush, my dollie;
Don't worry any more,
For Rebecca Mary 'n' the angels
Are watching o'er,
---O'er 'n' o'er 'n' o'er."