Cordelia had two dreams that night. She wondered, afterward, which was the worse. She dreamed, first, that an endless stream of cattle climbed the windmill tower and jumped clear to the edge of the prairie, where the sun went down. She dreamed, secondly, that she was very hungry, and that twenty feet away stood a table laden with hot biscuits and fried chicken; but that the only way she could obtain any food was to "rope it" with Reddy's lariat. At the time of waking up she had not obtained so much as one biscuit or a chicken wing. CHAPTER X CORDELIA GOES TO CHURCH "We're going to have church to-morrow," Genevieve had announced on the first Saturday night at the ranch. "A minister is coming from Bolo, and he holds the service out of doors. Everybody on the place comes, and we sing, and it's lovely!" As it happened, Cordelia had not been present when Genevieve made this announcement. It was left for Tilly, therefore, to tell her. "Oh, Cordelia, I forgot. We're going to have church to-morrow," she said that night, as she was brushing her hair in their room. Cordelia, who was taking off her shoes, looked up delightedly. "Oh, Tilly--church? We're going to church?" Tilly laughed; then an odd little twist came to her mouth. "Yes, Cordelia; we're--going to church," she answered. "What time?" "Eleven o'clock, Genevieve said." "Oh, won't that be fun--I mean, I'm very glad," corrected Cordelia, hastily, a confused red in her cheeks. In Cordelia's bed that night, Cordelia thought happily: "Maybe now I can get some new ideas for Uncle Thomas to put in his services. They do everything so differently here in the West, and Uncle's audiences get so small sometimes, specially Sunday evenings." In Tilly's bed, Tilly, a little guilty as to conscience, was trying to excuse herself. "Well, anyhow," she was arguing mentally, "Genevieve said 'everybody comes,' and if they 'come' they must 'go'; so of course we're 'going' to church." Not until Cordelia was dropping off to sleep did something occur to her. She sat up, then, suddenly. "Tilly," she called softly, "where is that church? Do we have to ride eighteen miles to Bolo?" Tilly did not answer. She was asleep, decided Cordelia--it was dark, and Cordelia could not see the pillow Tilly was stuffing into her mouth. * * * * * Just after breakfast Sunday morning, Elsie Martin said a low word in Genevieve's ear, and drew her out of earshot of the others. Her eyes were anxious. "Genevieve, do you have to dress up much for this kind of--of church?" she questioned. "Not a bit, dear. Don't worry. Anything you have will be lovely."