"It doesn't matter," said Grace; "but how you could forget, Maggie, is so strange! Do try not to forget things. I know it worries Paul. For myself I don't care, although I do value punctuality and memory--I do indeed. What I mean is that it isn't for my own happiness that I mind--" "I don't want to forget," said Maggie. "One would think to hear you, Grace, that you imagine I like forgetting." "Really, Maggie," said Grace, "I don't think that's quite the way to speak to me." And again and again throughout the long winter this little episode figured. "You'll remember to be punctual, won't you, Maggie? Not like the time when you forgot to tell me." "You'll forgive me reminding you, Maggie, but I didn't want it to be like the time you forgot to give me--" "Oh, you'd better not trust to Maggie, Paul. Only the other day when you gave her the message about Evensong--" Grace meant no harm by this. Her mind moved slowly and was entangled by a vast quantity of useless lumber. She was really shocked by carelessness and inaccuracy because she was radically careless and inaccurate herself but didn't know it. "If there's one thing I value it's order." she would say, but in struggling to remember superficial things she forgot all essentials. Her brain moved just half as slowly as everything else. That winter was warm and muggy, with continuous showers of warm rain that seamed to change into mud in the air as it fell. The Church was filled with the clammy mist of its central heating. Maggie, as she sat through service after service, watched one headache race after another. The air was full of headache; she asked once that a window might be kept open. "That would mean Death in Skeaton. You don't understand the Skeaton air," said Grace. "That's because I don't get enough of it," said Maggie. She found herself looking back to the Chapel services with wistful regret. What had there been there that was not here? Here everything was ordered, arranged, in decent sequence, in regular symmetry and progression. And yet no one seemed to Maggie to listen to what they were saying, and no one thought of the meaning of the words that they used.