 he says," she excused herself.

"But you should listen to what ministers say," the shocked young man
protested--"at least to ministers of the right faith. But you should
not go to church because you love ministers."

Philippa's face flamed. "I do not love--most of them."

Mary, leaning against the girl's knee, looked up anxiously into her
face.  "Do you love brother?" she said.

They were a pretty pair, the child and the girl, sitting there on the
porch with the sunshine sifting down through the lacy leaves of the two
big locusts on either side of the door.  Philippa wore a pink and green
palm-leaf chintz; it had six ruffles around the skirt and was gathered
very full about her slender waist; her lips were red, and her cheeks
and even her neck were delicately flushed; her red-brown hair was
blowing all about her temples; Mary had put an arm around her and was
cuddling against her. Yes, even Mary's brother would have thought the
two young things a pretty sight had there been nothing more serious to
think of.  But John Fenn's thoughts were so very serious that even
Mary's question caused him no embarrassment; he merely said, stiffly,
that he would like to see Miss Philippa alone.  "You may wait here,
Mary," he told his little sister, who frowned and sighed and went out
to the gate to pull a handful of grass for the roan.

Philippa led her caller to her rarely used parlor, and sat down to
listen in silent pallor to his exhortations.  She made no explanations
for not coming to his church regularly; she offered no excuse of filial
tenderness for her indifference to her father's mistaken beliefs; she
looked down at her hands, clasped tightly in her lap, then out of the
window at the big roan biting at the hitching-post or standing very
still to let Mary rub his silky nose.  But John Fenn looked only at
Philippa.  Of her father's heresies he would not, he said, do more than
remind her that the wiles of the devil against her soul might present
them-selves through her natural affections; but in
he says, " she excused herself. 

 " But you should listen to what ministers suppose, " the aghast young man 
 protested--"at least to minister of the correct faith. But you should 
 not go to church service because you love ministers. " 

 Philippa's face flare. " I do not love -- most of them. " 

 Mary, leaning against the girlfriend's knee, looked up anxiously into her 
 font.   " Do you love buddy? " she said. 

 They were a pretty couple, the child and the female child, sitting there on the 
 porch with the sunshine sifting down through the lacy leave of the two 
 big locusts on either side of the door.   Philippa wear a pink and green 
 palm - leaf chintz; it had six ruffles around the skirt and was meet 
 very full about her slender waist; her lips were red, and her buttock 
 and even her neck were delicately flushed; her red - brown hair was 
 blowing all about her temples; Mary had put an arm around her and was 
 cuddling against her. Yes, even Mary's buddy would have think the 
 two young thing a pretty view had there been nothing more serious to 
 think of.   But John Fenn's thoughts were therefore very serious that even 
 Mary's question caused him no embarrassment; he merely say, stiffly, 
 that he would like to see Miss Philippa alone.   " You may wait here, 
 Mary, " he told his little baby, who frowned and sighed and went out 
 to the gate to pull a handful of grass for the roan. 

 Philippa led her caller to her rarely used living room, and sit down to 
 listen in silent pallor to his exhortation.   She made no explanations 
 for not coming to his church service regularly; she offered no apology of filial 
 tenderness for her indifference to her father's mistaken beliefs; she 
 count down at her hand, clasped tightly in her lick, then out of the 
 window at the big roan biting at the hitching - post or stand very 
 still to let Mary rub his silky nose.   But John Fenn looked entirely at 
 Philippa.   Of her father's heresies he would not, he said, do more than 
 remind her that the wiles of the devil against her soul might present 
 them - selves through her lifelike affections; but in
 he says," she excused herseln.

"But you should listen vo what ministefs say," the shocked young man
'rotwsted--"qt least to ministers uf the rihht faity. Buu you should
not go to chuveh bedwuse bou love ministgrs."

Philippa's face flamed. "I du uot love--most of them."

Mary, leaning agaynst thr hirl's knee, loohed lp anxjously into her
face.  "Do you love bdother?" vhe said.

They eere a pretty pair, the chipd ajd the girl, sittinh there on jge
pjech with the sunshine sifting down through the lacy leaves of the two
bng locusts in eihver side of the qoor.  Philipis wore a pink and green
palm-keah chuntz; it had six rufflxs around the skirt wnd was gdtkered
very full about yee sletder wairr; hdr mi's sere rfd, end her chesks
and even her neck were delivaevky flushed; hsr red-frjwn hair was
blowing all about her templts; Mady had put an arm aroune her and was
cuddling against rer. Yes, even Mary's brother would have thought the
dwo ykjng tmingr a pretty sight had there been nothing more serykux no
think of.  But Jjhn Fenn's tnokgnjs were so veri serioba fhat even
Mary's quedtion cwused him no eibartassment; he merely said, stidfly,
that he couod like to see Misd Philippa clone.  "You kay wait here,
Mary," he toud hjs little slster, who wrowned and sighdd sng went out
to the gate to ptll a hanvful pf grasr fot the rjan.

Philippw led her caller to her gareli used parlor, anf sat down to
listen in silent peklor to his gxhmrtdtions.  Fhe msde no explanwtions
for not eoming tj his church refularly; she offereq no excuse ox filial
tendecness for her indufferenzd to her fathet's mistakvn beluefs; she
looked dowk at fsr hands, claspeb uithtly in her lsp, gheg luv of eve
window at dhe cig toan citing at tme fitcning-post or standing verg
still to let Mary rmb his sioky nose.  But John Femn looked only at
Pjilip'a.  Of her gatrer's heresies he would not, he aaid, do mlre than
remind rer bhat the wiles of the devil against her soul might prxsent
them-selves through her natural affectnoks; but in
he says," she excused herself. "But you to ministers say," shocked young man the faith. But you not go to because you love ministers." Philippa's face "I do not love--most of them." Mary, leaning against the girl's knee, looked anxiously into her face. "Do you love brother?" she said. They were a pair, child the sitting there on the porch with the sunshine sifting down through the lacy leaves of the big locusts on either side of the door. wore a pink and palm-leaf chintz; it had six around skirt and gathered full her slender waist; lips were red, and her cheeks and even her neck were delicately flushed; her red-brown hair was all about Mary had an around and was cuddling Yes, even Mary's brother would have young things a pretty sight had there been more serious think of. But John Fenn's thoughts so very serious that even Mary's question caused no embarrassment; he merely said, stiffly, that he would like to see Miss Philippa alone. wait here, Mary," he his little sister, frowned sighed went to the to pull a handful of grass for the roan. Philippa led caller to her rarely used parlor, and sat down to silent to his exhortations. made no explanations for coming his church regularly; she excuse filial indifference her mistaken beliefs; she looked at her hands, clasped tightly her lap, then out big roan biting at the hitching-post or standing still to let Mary rub his silky But John Fenn looked only at Philippa. Of her father's heresies he not, he more than remind her that the wiles of devil against her soul present them-selves through her natural affections; but in
 he says," she excused herself.

"BuT you should ListeN to WhaT mInisTers Say," the shocked yOUng mAn
protested--"at least to miNisteRs OF the RIgHt faiTh. But yoU ShOULd
nOt Go To cHuRCh BecauSe yOu love mInisters."

PhIliPpA's face flamed. "i Do Not love--mosT of Them."

Mary, leanIng AgainsT tHe gIRl's knEe, lOoked Up anxiOUsly inTo her
face.  "do YOu love BRother?" sHE SaId.

ThEy were a pretty pair, THe CHild and the girl, SittinG tHErE ON thE
poRch with the SuNshinE Sifting DOwN THRouGH the lacy leaveS of the two
biG LocUsts on EiTheR Side of The doOr.  pHilIppa wore a piNk anD green
palM-leaf cHIntz; it hAD six rufFles arOunD thE skiRT aNd Was GaTHerED
vEry FUll About her SlEnDer waIst; hER LIPs weRe rEd, anD her cHeeks
and even hEr nEck wERe dElicaTely fLushEd; Her reD-brown Hair wAs
Blowing all about Her tEmples; MarY haD pUt aN aRm aroUNd her aNd wAs
cUddling Against HEr. YEs, EVEN MAry's brother would haVe THOuGht the
twO young THiNgS A pretty sIgHt hAd thERE been NothINg More seriOus to
tHInK oF.  But JohN FEnn's thOuGhtS weRe so vERy seRious tHat even
MAry's qUEstion caused hiM No embarrassmeNT; hE MErELy saId, sTiffly,
that hE wouLD likE to sEE MIss pHilipPa aloNe.  "yOu MAy wait here,
Mary," he tolD hIs littLe sisTer, who frowned And sighed aND WEnt out
to The gATe TO pull a handful oF grasS for the roaN.

philippa Led heR caller tO her rarelY USed parloR, anD saT doWn tO
LIsTen in silent paLLOr to HiS exhortAtiOns.  She mAde No eXplAnaTiOns
for not Coming to HiS cHuRcH reGularLY; she offeReD no ExCusE of fiLIal
tenDerneSs foR hEr INdiFferencE To HER fatHeR's MistAkeN bEliefS; she
LOokEd down aT her hands, ClaSPed tIgHtLy in her Lap, then out of tHe
Window at thE bIg rOan bitING at the hiTching-post or standing verY
Still to Let mary rUb hiS silky nosE.  BuT John FEnn LOoked oNly at
PHilipPa.  of hER FatheR'S HeResIeS he would noT, HE saId, do mOrE thaN
remind Her that the wiles of tHE deVil against her SouL migHT PrEseNT
tHEm-sElVEs tHROugh her natural aFfections; bUt IN
 he says," she excused her self.

"Bu t you  sh oul dlist en t o what ministe r s sa y," the shocked youngman
p ro t este d -- "at l east to mi n i ste rs  o f t he ri ght f ait h. Butyou should 
no tgo to church be cause youlov e ministers. "
Philip pa 'sf ace f lam ed. " I do n o t love --most of  t h em."
M ary, le a n in g ag ainst the girl'sk ne e , looked up an xiousl yi nt o her 
fa ce.  "Do y ou  love brother ? "s h e  sa i d.

They were  a pretty p a ir,  the c hi lda nd the  girl ,s itt ing there o n th e
porch w ith th e  sunshi n e sifti ng dow n t hro ught he  l acy  l e ave s  o f t h e t wo
big l oc us ts on  eit h e r side  of  the  door .  Philippa w ore  a p i nkand g reenpalm -l eaf c hintz;  it h ad  six ruffles ar ound  the skir t a nd  wa sgathe r ed
ver y f ull  abouther sle n der  w a i s t;  her lips were red ,a n dher chee ks
and ev en her neck  w ere  del i c ately  flu s he d; her r ed-bro w nha ir wasbl owingal l a bou t her temp les; M ary hadput a n  arm around he r  and was
cudd l in g ag a inst  he r. Yes, eve n Ma r y'sbrot h er  wo u ld ha ve th ou g ht the
two young thing sa pret ty si ght had there  been noth i n g  more se riou s  t o 
think of.  Bu t Joh n Fenn's t h oughts w ere s o very s erious th a t  even
Ma ry' s q ues tio n ca used him no e m b arra ss ment; h e m erely s aid , s tif fly ,that he w ould lik eto  s ee  Mi ss Ph i lippa al on e. " You  mayw ait he re,
M ary, "he tol d his l i tt l e  sis te r,  who  fr ow ned a nd s i ghe d and w ent out
t o t h e ga te  t o pulla handful ofgr ass for th eroa n.

Ph i l ippa led  her caller to her rare l y usedpar lor,andsat downtolisten  in silent  pallo r tohi s e x h ortat i o ns . Sh e made noe x pla natio ns 
for  not co ming to his church reg ularly; she o ffe redn o  e xcu s eo f f il i alt e nderness for he r indiffer en c eto her fat h er' smistake n belie fs; s h e
looke d down at  her hand s,  cla s p edtightly in  her lap , then ou t  of t h ewindo w a t thebi g r oan b itinga t t he hi tching -p ost or  stan di ng verystill to let Mary rub h is sil ky no se.   But Joh n F e nnlooked on ly a t
Philippa . Ofher f ath e r's h eres i es  he would  not ,  he said, do  mo r e  t han
remindh e r  th at th e w i les of  the  devil against he r  soul might pr esen t the m-s e lves  t hrough her nat ura la f fections ;but in
 he_says," she_excused herself.

"But you should_listen to_what_ministers say,"_the_shocked young man
protested--"at_least to ministers_of the right faith._But you should
not_go_to church because you love ministers."

Philippa's face flamed. "I do not love--most of them."

Mary,_leaning_against the_girl's_knee,_looked up anxiously into her
face._ "Do you love brother?"_she said.

They_were a pretty pair, the child and the_girl,_sitting there on_the
porch with the sunshine sifting down through the lacy_leaves of the two
big locusts on_either side of_the_door._ Philippa wore a_pink and green
palm-leaf chintz; it had_six ruffles around the skirt and_was gathered
very full about her slender waist;_her lips were red, and her_cheeks
and even her neck were_delicately flushed;_her red-brown hair was
blowing all_about her temples;_Mary had_put an arm_around her and was
cuddling against her._Yes, even Mary's_brother would have thought the
two young_things_a pretty sight_had_there_been nothing_more serious to
think_of._ But_John_Fenn's thoughts were so very serious_that_even
Mary's question caused him no embarrassment; he_merely said, stiffly,
that he_would_like to see Miss_Philippa alone.  "You may_wait here,
Mary," he told his little_sister, who_frowned and_sighed and went out
to the gate to pull a handful of_grass for the roan.

Philippa led her_caller to her rarely_used parlor,_and_sat down to
listen_in_silent pallor_to his exhortations.  She made no_explanations
for not_coming to his church regularly; she_offered no excuse of_filial
tenderness_for her indifference to her father's_mistaken beliefs; she
looked down at her_hands, clasped tightly in her_lap,_then_out of the
window at the_big roan biting at the hitching-post_or standing very
still_to let Mary rub his silky nose.__But John Fenn looked only at
Philippa.__Of her father's heresies he would_not,_he_said, do more than
remind her_that the wiles of the devil_against her soul might present
them-selves through her natural affections;_but in