down to Warren's Grove, though Lydia Purcell regularly Sunday after
Sunday put on her best bonnet, and neat black silk gown, and went
book in hand into the simple village church, it had never occurred to
her to take the orphan children with her. Therefore, when Mrs.
Moseley said to Cecile and Maurice:

"Now come and let me brush your hair, and make you tidy for church,"
they were both surprised and excited. Maurice fretted a little at the
thought of leaving Toby behind, but, on the whole, he was satisfied
with the novelty of the proceeding.

The two children sat very gravely hand in hand. The music delighted
them, but the rest of the service was rather above their comprehension.

Cecile, however, listened hard, taking in, in her slow, grave way,
here a thought and there an idea.

Mrs. Moseley watched the children as much as she listened to the
sermon, and as she said afterward to her husband, she felt her heart
growing full of them.

The rest of the Sunday passed even more delightfully in Maurice's
estimation. Mrs. Moseley's pudding was pronounced quite beyond praise
by the little hungry boy, and after dinner Moseley showed him
pictures, while Mrs. Moseley amused Cecile with some Bible stories.

But a strange experience was to come to the impressionable Cecile
later in the day.

Quite late, when all the light had faded, and only the lamps were