Christian fiction; Families -- Fiction; Love stories
discovery as it dawned upon them that the teacher had "put one over on
them" again, but the interest for the most part was sustained
breathlessly until the superintendent's bell rang, and the heads drew
together in an absorbed group around her for the last few sentences,
spoken in a lower tone because the general hum of teaching in the room
had ceased.
Graham's face was very grave and thoughtful as she finished and slipped
away from them to take her place at the little organ. One could see
that it was not in the teacher alone, but in her message as well, that
he was interested. The boys all had that subdued, half-ashamed,
half-defiant look that boys have when they have been caught looking
serious. Each boy frowned and studied his toes, or hunted assiduously
in his hymn-book to hide his confusion, and the class in various keys
lifted up assertive young voices vigorously in the last hymn.
Graham sat beside Shirley in the little crowded church during the
rather monotonous service. The regular pastor, who was a good,
spiritual man if not a brilliant one, and gave his congregation solid,
practical sermons, was on his vacation, and the pulpit was supplied by
a young theologue who was so new to his work that his sermon was a
rather involved effort. But so strong was the power of the
Sunday-school lesson to which he had just listened that Graham felt as
if he were sitting in some hallowed atmosphere. He did not see the
red-faced, embarrassed young preacher, nor notice his struggles to
bring forth his message bravely; he saw only the earnest-faced young
teacher as she spoke the words of life to her boys; saw the young
imp-faces of her boys softened and touched by the story she told; saw
that she really believed and felt every word she spoke; and knew that
there was something in it all that he wanted.
The seat was crowded and the day was warm, but the two who looked over
the same hymn-book did not notice it. The soft air came in from the
open window beside them, breathing sweet clover and wild honeysuckle,
and the meadowlarks sang their songs, and made it seem just like a
little bit of heaven.
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