GOING TO CIIURCIL

CHAP, III.

 

Y FANCY my lady thought it not good for me to
A be so much alone, for she questioned me as to
my friends and companions, and whether I never
went into the village—never even to church. To
the village I went as seldom as possible, only when
sent on an errand; to church I had never gone.
I could not, I said; for I must tend Monna on Sun-
days as well as other days.

“You could go there at present,” Miss Churchill
said, “after Monna is safe at home ; for during the
long light summer evenings, Mr. Phelps gives us,
every other Sunday, an evening instead of an after-
noon service.”

I readily promised for the following Sunday ; and,
indeed, felt eager to go as long as Sunday was a
day or two off ; but as the time came near, I began to
wonder whether I dared go in alone—whether, if I
did, I should know where to sit. Suppose I should
sit down in somebody else’s place, and that some