"And the church was just full of Methodists yesterday, too,"
groaned Miss Cornelia, who had come up to the Glen to do some
shopping and run into Ingleside to talk the affair over. "I
don't know how it is, but just as sure as those manse children do
something especially awful the church is sure to be crowded with
Methodists. I thought Mrs. Deacon Hazard's eyes would drop out
of her head. When she came out of church she said, 'Well, that
exhibition was no more than decent. I do pity the
Presbyterians.' And we just had to TAKE it. There was nothing
one could say."

"There was something _I_ could have said, Mrs. Dr. dear, if I had
heard her," said Susan grimly. "I would have said, for one
thing, that in my opinion clean bare legs were quite as decent as
holes. And I would have said, for another, that the
Presbyterians did not feel greatly in need of pity seeing that
they had a minister who could PREACH and the Methodists had NOT.
I could have squelched Mrs. Deacon Hazard, Mrs. Dr dear, and that
you may tie to."

"I wish Mr. Meredith didn't preach quite so well and looked after
his family a little better," retorted Miss Cornelia. "He could
at least glance over his children before they went to church and
see that they were quite properly clothed. I'm tired making
excuses for him, believe ME."

Meanwhile, Faith's soul was being harrowed up in Rainbow Valley.
Mary Vance was there and, as usual, in a lecturing mood. She
gave Faith to understand that she had disgraced herself and her
father beyond redemption and that she, Mary Vance, was done with