Miss Alice took long walks every day over the fields and hills, and so her cheeks, which were pale when she came from the city, were getting to be the color of wild roses. This morning her walk happened to be longer than usual. She went farther out into the country than she had ever been before, lured on by a glimpse of bright yellow flowers she could see in the distance. They turned out to be lilies. Miss Alice was delighted. She filled her arms with them at once, thinking while she chose the finest blossoms what a lovely bouquet she would make for the church. It would seem as if all the people who had been gathering lilies that day had made an appointment to meet at the church after tea that evening, but they never had, though they all met. Nobody felt quite at liberty to carry their flowers to the church. It might look as if they had set up to interfere with somebody's else arrangements. So all made their way to the parsonage at that pleasant time between the day and night when country people run in to see each other. Each one found that Cynthia was already at the church; gone to carry over some flowers, her mother said. What was Cynthia's surprise, as she stood on the platform arranging her vases, to see Kitty and Ray come in tugging a large basket full of pond lilies and ferns. "Oh, what beauties! I am so glad you brought them," Cynthia was saying when Mrs. Parks put her head in at the door. "I s'pose you've got flowers enough without these," she said, holding out a great bunch of red lilies. "Oh, no, indeed!" Cynthia said. "How pretty they will be with the white ones! I wish we had somebody to help us arrange them." While they were all bending over the flowers admiring them, a little rustle was heard, and when they looked up, there was Miss Alice gliding softly down the aisle with a great sheaf of yellow lilies in her arms. She made a pretty picture to the children's eyes, her white dress and white hat, her smiling face, and the lovely flowers. Their admiring "O—h—" was not meant for the flowers alone. "I should say that all the lilies in the country have agreed to come here and hold a meeting," said Mrs. Parks. Miss Alice pulled off her gloves and went to work. She knew just how to arrange flowers. Mrs. Parks went home for some pans, Ray went for water, and Kitty hunted up some vases, while Cynthia sorted the flowers. How lovely it was when all was done! There was a bank of pond lilies and ferns just under the pulpit. There was a mound of red and white lilies on the table, and vases on the desk of pure white and green only. Cynthia said that must be so. And then there was a masterpiece of beauty, made by Miss Alice's skilful fingers—a sort of pyramid of flowers, all colors mingled, with feathery ferns drooping about the whole.