"We were a younger church in those old times of which Sister Tabitha speaks," said Eldress Abby. "You must remember, Hetty, that we were children in faith, and needed signs and manifestations, pictures and object-lessons. We've been trained to think and reason now, and we've put away some of our picture-books. There have been revelations to tell us we needed movements and exercises to quicken our spiritual powers, and to give energy and unity to our worship, and there have been revelations telling us to give them up; revelations bidding us to sing more, revelations telling us to use wordless songs. Then anthems were given us, and so it has gone on, for we have been led of the Spirit." "I'd like more picture-books," pouted Hetty, under her breath. To-day the service began with a solemn song, followed by speaking and prayer from a visiting elder. Then, after a long and profound silence, the company rose and joined in a rhythmic dance which signified the onward travel of the soul to full redemption; the opening and closing of the hands meaning the scattering and gathering of blessing. There was no accompaniment, and both the music and the words were the artless expression of fervent devotion. [Illustration: SUSANNA SAT IN HER CORNER BESIDE THE AGED TABITHA] Susanna sat in her corner beside the aged Tabitha, who would never dance again before the Lord, though her quavering voice joined in the chorus. The spring floor rose and fell under the quick rhythmic tread of the worshipers, and with each revolution about the room the song gained in power and fervor. I am nev-er wea-ry bring-ing my life un-to God, I am nev-er wea-ry sing-ing His way is good. With the voice of an an-gel with pow-er from a-bove, I would pub-lish the bless-ing of soul-sav-ing love. The steps grew slower and more sedate, the voices died away, the arms sank slowly by the sides, and the hands ceased their movement. Susanna rose to her feet, she knew not how or why. Her cheeks were flushed, her head bent.