Amarilly in passing out saw John, clad in a long, tight-fitting black
garment, standing at the church door.

"He's got another costume fer the afterpiece," she thought admiringly.
"He must be a lightning change artist like the one down to the vawdyveel
that Pete was tellin' of!"

Then two wonderful, heart-throbbing things happened. John took
Amarilly's saffron-clad hand in his and told her in earnest, convincing
tones how glad he was that she had come, and that he should look for her
every Sunday.

"He held up the hull p'rade fer me!" she thought exultingly.

As he was speaking to her his gaze wandered away for a second; in that
infinitesimal space of time there came into his eyes a dazzling flash of
light that was like a revelation to the sharp-eyed little girl, who,
following the direction of his glance, beheld Colette. Then came the
second triumph. Colette, smiling, shook hands with her and praised her
attire.

"Did you like the service, Amarilly?" she whispered. "Was it like the
theatre?"

"It was diffrent," said Amarilly impressively. "I think it's what heaven
is!"

"And did you like the sermon St. John preached?"

Amarilly's lips quivered.