Mrs. Brewster hurried to the kitchen where she found the eggs burning and the room filled with horrid smoke. Sary was scolding at a great rate, but she never used a _profane_ word because it was wicked. "Why, Sary, how did you happen to let the eggs burn?" "How come? Well, I'll tell you-all! Mr. Brewster handed me a printed prayer to learn, and I was looking for my specs in my box when it happened! That's all the good that prayer did me!" Mrs. Brewster kept a straight face and said: "Well, never mind, Sary. We'll soon have another omelette ready." "Not on Sunday! I made one, and that was a sin, ez you kin see by the way it burnt. I does no more cookin' or there'll be extra sin to wipe out. Thar's bread and jam and coffee--enough fer any one to git along on fer a few hours." Mrs. Brewster knew her husband, however, so she said nothing to Sary, but hurriedly whipped up another omelette and fried it to a delicate brown. This she carried out to serve. At the kitchen door she turned to speak to the help. "Sary, bring out the bread and jam, will you?" Sary had filled a deep dish with dry cereal and held it in one hand. She took up the coffee-pot with the other and' ran to get out of the screen-door which had been flung open by her mistress. But the door slammed to sooner than Sary had calculated and struck the coffee-pot in its violent closing, throwing it upon the floor. "Consarn th' pesky door! Now thar hain't nuthin' on arth fer Mr. Brewster to give thanks fer but jes' toast and jam. Ah cain't bile another pot of coffee on Sunday!" Sary stood contemplating the disaster until Mrs. Brewster called out: "Sary, will you bring that bread and jam?" The help brought the desired edibles and explained about the coffee. Eleanor laughed out loud, but Anne kicked her warningly under the table. Mr. Brewster turned to explain to his guests. "Ranchers never work on the Sabbath. The less we cook the better it is, for we do penance to our material desire for food. I have never been so severe as to forbid cooked food on my table, but many of the families do. This morning, however, we are compelled to sacrifice our weaknesses to Sary's ways." So the bread and jam was eaten with the omelette, to the accompaniment of cold water, and then the master prepared to leave the table. "Girls, don't waste much time fussing with your toilette; we are behind time as it is." "Did you expect us to go to church?" gasped Barbara. "Certainly. Everybody goes," returned Mr. Brewster, equally surprised at such a question. "Why, we haven't unpacked any clothes for church." "That doesn't matter. The Lord doesn't judge according to dress. If your heart is clean it is all He wants," replied Mr. Brewster, walking away towards the house. The girls looked at each other in amazement. "What shall we do, Anne? I won't go in this old rag!" declared Barbara.