Winifred smiled, too, as she thought of the irrepressibly merry youth. But her pleasure was not as unmixed as it would have been three days before. Henceforth, any jest to be quite enjoyed must be free from taint of irreverence toward holy things. She had "begun to know God," and the knowledge gave a sensitiveness to the honor of His name and the things of His house. Adele recovered from her mirth and resumed the subject seriously. "I am afraid we are sorry worshipers, when you come to look at it," she said. "If our office is really such a sacred one--and I see it must be, if we take it seriously--why, then, we ought to be pretty good people; earnest, and reverent, and all that, I mean. But it doesn't seem to be our distinguishing trait," and she smiled. "Not mine, at least. I ought not to generalize too much. I am sure there are persons in our choirs who live beautiful, devoted lives; but the lot I fraternize with mostly are not likely to go to the stake just yet for their piety. What awfully jolly dances the Emmanuel church choir gave last winter! I was invited two or three times and went. But you know it has struck me once or twice as a little odd that we church singers, _as such_, should go into that sort of thing. If some of us should stray into it individually it's nothing remarkable, I suppose. But isn't it a bit queer that, as a company, we should lead off in those things? I suppose," with a twinkle of malicious enjoyment in her eyes, "our Emmanuel church neighbors could not find vent for their joy in the Lord in Hosannas on Sunday, and had to work it off at their heels on week days." Adele enjoyed her own satire, but Winifred was too repentant to laugh. "Oh, Adele," she said, "it is dreadful that there has been no 'joy in the Lord' about it. At least, I never knew it in the choir. Christ was never the center of our thoughts" (she was thinking of Mr. Bond's sermon), "the object of devotion. If we worshiped anybody or anything outside of ourselves it was Music." "Orpheus?" suggested Adele. "Yes," said Winifred, "we were pagans, I suppose. But oh, Adele, God is so good to forgive! It seems as though He were not looking at it at all--as if it had never been." Adele looked at her friend narrowly. "Winnie," she said at length, solemnly, "I know what has happened. You are converted." Winifred opened her eyes in surprise. She had not thought to so define her new experience. Adele went on: