Winthrop sat between Miss India and Holly, with Julian at the end of the pew. It was his first sight of the little, unadorned Episcopal church, for he had not accompanied the ladies the previous Sunday. It was a plain, uncompromising interior in which he found himself. The bare white walls were broken only by big, small-paned windows of plain glass. The pews were of yellow pine and the pulpit and stiff chairs on either side were of the same. The only note of decoration was found in the vase of roses which stood beside the big closed Bible. A cottage organ supplied the music. But there was color in the congregation, for the younger women wore their best dresses and finest hats, and Winthrop concluded that all Corunna was at church. For awhile he interested himself in discovering acquaintances, many of them scarcely recognizable to-day in their black coats and air of devoutness. But the possibilities of that mode of amusement were soon exhausted, since the Wayne pew was well past the middle of the church. After the sermon began Winthrop listened to it for awhile. Probably it was a very excellent and passably interesting sermon, but the windows were wide open and the languorous air waved softly, warmly in, and Winthrop’s eyes grew heavier and heavier and the pulpit mistier and mistier and the parson’s voice lower and lower and.... He opened his eyes very suddenly, for Holly had reached forth and brought the toe of her shoe into sharp contact with his ankle. He turned to find her watching him with grave face and laughing eyes, and he looked his thanks. Then his eyes roved by to encounter the hostile stare of Julian, who had witnessed the incident and was jealously resenting the intimacy it denoted. After church the party delayed at the door to greet their friends. Julian, with the easy courtesy that so well became him, shook hands with fully half the congregation, answering and asking questions in his pleasant, well-bred drawl. Winthrop wondered pessimistically if he had in mind the fact that in another year or so he would be dependent on these persons for his bread and butter. But Julian’s punctiliousness gave Winthrop his chance. Miss India and Holly had finished their share of the social event and had walked slowly out on to the porch, followed by Winthrop. Presently Julian emerged through the door in conversation with Mrs. Somes, and Winthrop turned to Holly. “There comes your cousin,” he said. “Shall we start on ahead and let them follow?” There was a little flicker of surprise in the brown eyes, followed by the merest suggestion of a smile. Then Holly moved toward the steps and Winthrop ranged himself beside her. “A little discipline now and then has a salutary effect, Miss Holly,” he remarked, as they passed out through the gate. “Oh, are you doing this for discipline?” asked Holly, innocently. “I am doing it to please myself, discipline your cousin, and――well, I don’t know what the effect on you may be.”