"Why, Allison, you're mistaken about me. It isn't my affair, and I
don't intend to make it so. I didn't get this up. It's between you and
God. If God really called you, you'll have to say no to Him, not to
me. I don't intend to make excuses to God for you, child. You needn't
think it. And, besides, there's another thing you're very much
mistaken about, and that is that you haven't anything to do with the
church. When you were a little baby six months old, your father and
mother brought you home to our house; and the first Sunday they were
there they took you to the old church where all the children and
grandchildren had been christened for years, and they stood up and
assented to the vows that gave you to God. And they promised for
themselves that they would do their best to bring you up in the
nurture and admonition of the Lord until you came to years and could
finish the bond by giving yourself to the Lord. I shall never forget
the sweet, serious look on the face of your lovely girl-mother when
she bowed her head in answer to the minister's question, 'Do you thus
promise?'"
Allison had stopped in his angry walk up and down the room, and was
looking at her interestedly.
"Is that right, Cloudy? Was I baptized in the old Sterling church? I
never knew that. Tell me about it," and he seated himself on the other
end of the couch, while Leslie switched off the light and nestled down
between them, scenting a story.
"Wasn't I, too, Cloudy?" she asked hungrily.
"No, dear, I think you were baptized in California in your mother's
church, and I'm sorry to say I wasn't there to see; so I can't tell
you about it; but I remember very distinctly all about Allison's
christening, for we were all so happy to have it happen in the East,
and he was the first grandchild, and we hadn't seen your father for
over two years, nor ever seen his young wife before; so it was a great
event. It was a beautiful bright October day, and I had the pleasure
of making the dress you wore, Allison, every stitch by hand,
hemstitching and embroidery and all. And right in the midst of the
ceremony you looked over your father's shoulder, and saw me sitting in
the front seat, and smiled the sweetest smile! Then you jumped up and
down in your father's arms, and spatted your little pink hands
together, and called out 'Ah-_Jah_!' That's what you used to call me
then, and everybody all over the church smiled. How could they help
it?"
"Gee! I must 'a' been some kid!" said Allison, slipping down into a
comfortable position among the pillows. "Say, Cloudy, I knew a good
thing when I saw it even then, didn't I?"
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