A little later she agreed to play the organ for the Sunday services. Josie and Georgie were quite willing to sit by her side. Josie especially took the greatest interest in the organ, and even asked to attend the choir practices. She was passionately fond of music, and was getting on splendidly under Mrs. Fergusson's tuition. Their behaviour was blameless for the first two Sundays, and then Josie's love of mischief got the better of her. In the middle of the Venite, she got behind Anstice, put out her hand, and pulled out a very loud stop. The result was an awful blast of sound, and a shocked congregation. Anstice's face was really stern as she turned to Josie when the service was over. "Did you think it fine to disgrace yourself and me by such a feat?" she asked her when they were walking home. Josie grinned. "She'd better not go to church any more," said Georgie with alacrity, "and I'll keep her company at home." "I think her disgrace would be then complete," said Anstice gravely. "A girl of ten years old who does not know how to behave in church, and has to stay at home lest she should prove a nuisance to the congregation, is indeed to be pitied." Not a word more did she say. But for the rest of the day she ignored Josie, never speaking to her at all. And this was such a new procedure that Josie was first indignant and then repentant. At bedtime, it was Anstice's custom to visit them each in turn for a good night kiss. The little girls slept together in two small beds. On this Sunday night Anstice went to Georgie's bed as usual, but having wished her good night, she looked as if she were going to walk straight out of the room without noticing Josie at all. And then she seemed to alter her mind, and came to the foot of the child's bed. For a moment Josie raised a defiant head from her pillow. "Have you anything to say to me?" Anstice asked. "You're in a temper with me. I don't care!" Down went the dark curly head under the clothes. Anstice turned away, and left the room, but her heart was aching for the rebellious child, and later on she visited the bedroom again. Georgie was fast asleep, and so at first she thought was Josie; but when she gently removed some of the bedclothes, she found a hot, tear-stained face pressed close against the pillow. Very gently she caressed the dark hair. "My darling," she said, "do tell me what I want to hear." And then Josie sprang up and surprised her by clasping her tightly round the neck. "Don't be against me! I'm sorry. I'll never do it again." Anstice held her in her arms and her kiss of forgiveness was very tender. "We will forget all about it. But don't be mischievous in God's House again. You would not play tricks if you were taken inside Buckingham Palace to see the King and Queen. And church is a more important place than any king's palace. It belongs to God, who is the King of Kings." Then she kissed her, and left her, but there was no fear of Josie behaving badly in church again.