"What creed do you like, Aunt?"
"I was christened and confirmed in the English Church and I love it with
a great love; but I'm loving Donald and you far better--_and her that's
gone_--and, if the Syrian was to be forgiven for worshiping out of his
own temple for his Master's sake, I think Mother Church will forgive me
for loving two motherless children more than her liturgy."
"Did Father never ask you if you would like to go to St. Mary's and hear
your own prayers? They are very fine prayers. I have heard them, for
when I was at school Miss Lamont took us sometimes on Sunday afternoons
to the English Church."
"You are right, but I would not name Miss Lamont's freedom before your
father. I never talk on this subject to him; if I did, we would be
passing disagreeable words in ten minutes. For your sakes, I go
cheerfully to the Calvinistic kirk every Sabbath, and nobody but your
father and myself has known that my soul was Armenian, and hated a
Calvinist even in its most charitable hours."
"What is an Armenian?"
"St. Paul was an Armenian, and St. Augustine, and Luther, and John
Wesley, and all the millions that follow their teaching. I am not
ashamed of my faith. I am going to heaven in the best of good company.
But what for are we talking this happy hour of Calvinism? We ought to
let weary dogs lie, and there are few wearier ones than Calvinism."
"I like to talk of it, Aunt. I want to know all about it."
"Then talk to the Minister. Here are mountains and trees and flowers of
every kind. Here are birds singing as if they never would grow old, and
winds streaming out of the hills cool as living waters, and wafting into
us scents that tell the soul they come from heaven. Oh, my dear Marion,
let us enjoy God's good gifts and be thankful."
"Are you going to unpack the trunks to-night, Aunt?"
"No. Aileen and Kitty would have a conscience ache if we did anything
not necessary so near the Sabbath Day. We must respect their feelings.
Aileen is very strict in her religion. I am tired, and am going to lie
down for an hour, and you can wander about and please yourself. Go into
the garden. I wouldn't wonder if you had a few pleasant surprises."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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