Oh!

Suddenly Missy gave a little sound, and stirred. She puckered her
brows in intense concentration. Perhaps--perhaps that was why!

And then she made the Great Resolve.

Soon after breakfast, Pete appeared with a bag of candy.

"I don't deserve it," said Missy humbly.

"You bet you don't!" acquiesced Pete.

So even he recognized her state of sin! Her Great Resolve
intensified.

That morning, for the first time in her life at grandma's house,
Missy shirked her "chores." She found paper and pencil, took a small
Holy Bible, and stole back to the tool-house where grandpa kept his
garden things and grandma her washtubs. For that which she now was
to do, Missy would have preferred the more beautiful summerhouse at
home; but grandma had no summerhouse, and this offered the only sure
seclusion.

She stayed out there a long time, seated on an upturned washtub;
read the Holy Bible for awhile; then became absorbed in the
ecstasies of composition. So engrossed was she that she didn't at
first hear grandma calling her.

Grandma was impatiently waiting on the back porch.