it into a paper-wad.

The service had now reached the stage of prayer for repentant
sinners. Reverend MacGill was doing the praying, but members of the
congregation were interjecting, "Glory Hallelujah!" "Praise be His
Name!" and the other worshipful ejaculations which make a sort of
running accompaniment on such occasions. Missy thought the
interruptions, though proper and lending an atmosphere of fervour,
rather a pity because they spoiled the effective rise and fall of
the minister's voice. There was one recurrent nasal falsetto which
especially threw you off the religious track. It belonged to old
Mrs. Lemon. Everybody knew she nagged at and overworked and half-
starved that ragged little Sims orphan she'd adopted, but here she
was making the biggest noise of all!

However, much as she wished old Mrs. Lemon to stop, Missy could not
approve of what she, just then, saw take place in her own pew.

Genevieve was whispering and giggling again. Missy turned to look.
Genevieve pressed a paper-wad into Arthur's hand, whispered and
giggled some more. And then, to Missy's horror, Arthur took
surreptitious but careful aim with the wad. It landed squarely on
old Mrs. Lemon's ear, causing a "Blessed be the Lo--" to part midway
in scandalized astonishment. Missy herself was scandalized. Of
course old Mrs. Lemon was a hypocrite--but to be hit on the ear
while the name of the Saviour was on her lips! Right on the ear!
Missy couldn't help mentally noting Arthur's fine marksmanship, but
she felt it her duty to show disapproval of a deed so utterly
profane.