Blue Bonnet, listening to him, unconsciously let her eyes wander, as they always did in the church at Woodford, in search of the memorial window 'Sacred to the memory of Elizabeth Clyde Ashe' that was inseparably linked in her mind with religious service. Instead of the figure of the Good Shepherd with the lamb in his arms, the branches of the live oaks here formed a Gothic arch, in the shadow of which sat Mrs. Judson with little Joe asleep on her lap. The look on the mother's face was full of the same brooding tenderness that the artist had given to the eyes of the Shepherd of Old. When they rose to sing, the young voices rang out clear and joyous, quite unlike the droning that too often passes for singing in a grown-up congregation. "Bright youth and snow-crowned age, Strong men and maidens meek: Raise high your free, exulting song! God's wondrous praises speak! "With all the angel choirs, With all the saints of earth, Pour out the strains of joy and bliss, True rapture, noblest mirth!" The stirring verses, sung with a will by every one, seemed to soar to the very tree-tops, making the branches sway with the rhythm and spirit of the hymn. Blue Bonnet heaved a sigh of regret as they rose to leave the grove. "It's so sweet,--I wish it could last all day." "I don't remember ever having heard you make a remark like that about church before," remarked Kitty. "I don't care much for anything that's held indoors," Blue Bonnet confessed. "And I don't like preachers who make their voices sound like the long-stop on an organ. Now that last hymn we sang makes me fairly bubble inside." "Don't let Sarah hear you say that. She seems to think one ought to draw a long face on the Sabbath,--a sort of 'world-without-end' expression, you know. I believe she thinks it almost wicked to be happy on Sunday." "Well, Sarah may be as blue as she likes,--this is the kind of a day that makes me feel bright pink!" "Where is Sarah, anyway?" asked Kitty. "I haven't seen her since breakfast. Surely she didn't miss the service?" "No, I saw her sitting by a big tree 'way at the back," said Amanda. "It isn't like Sarah to take a back seat--at church," remarked Blue Bonnet. "I believe she must be cross because we teased her this morning." Grandmother and Sarah were already deep in preparations for dinner when the others straggled into camp. The well-cooked meal of muffins, fried ham, potatoes and stewed dried fruit they served met with visible as well as audible approval. "Picnic lunches are more fun, but this kind of a meal is more--filling," said Blue Bonnet. "Let's eat all we can now and have just bread and milk for supper--we've two cans of fresh milk in the creek." "Blue Bonnet seems to have developed a sudden liking for 'jarring notes,' doesn't she, girls?" asked Kitty. When dinner was done and the dishes washed, they all sought the buck-board seats in the lounging room.