She bestowed an openly withering look on the desecrators.

"She dared me to," whispered Arthur--the excuse of the original
Adam.

Without other comment Missy returned her stern gaze to the pulpit.
She held it there steadfast though she was conscious of Genevieve,
undaunted, urging Arthur to throw another wad. He, however, refused.
That pleased Missy, for it made it easier to fix the blame for the
breach of religious etiquette upon Genevieve alone. Of course, it
was Genevieve who was really to blame. She was a frivolous, light-
minded girl. She was a bad influence for Arthur.

Yet, when it came time for the "crowd" to disperse and Arthur told
her good night as though nothing had happened, Missy deemed it only
consistent with dignity to maintain extreme reserve.

"Oh, fudge, Missy! Don't be so stand-offish!" Arthur was very
appealing when he looked at you like that--his eyes so mischievous
under their upcurling lashes. But Missy made herself say firmly:

"You put me in a rather awkward position, Arthur. You know Reverend
MacGill entrusted me to--"

"Oh, come out of it!" interrupted Arthur, grinning.

Missy sighed in her heart. She feared Arthur was utterly
unregenerate. Especially, when as he turned to Genevieve--who was
tugging at his arm--he gave the Reverend MacGill's missionary an
open wink. Missy watched the white fox furs, their light-minded