He knew as well as we did all along that Splinterin' Andra an' a
whole crowd o' old fogies didn't want an organ, an' to think he'd stand
up at the very last meetin' an' say it would cause trouble--cause
fiddlesticks! I'll bet there's somethin' at the bottom o' all this;
mebby some o' you girls knows more about it than I do. Jessie here
seems to be gettin' awful thick with him." She glanced sharply around
at each young woman, engaged in some household duty.

"That's just to make Don jealous. Jess is awful cute!" said Maggie,
who was making intermittent attempts to wash the breakfast dishes.

Jessie was accustomed to such attacks, for she was the
sweetest-tempered member of the family, with much of her father's grave
gentleness, and she received even more than her share of teasing. But
her heart was still very sore over her disagreement with Donald, and
she bent lower over her sewing.

"Be quiet, Mag," said Bella, who was the only one in the Hamilton
household who exercised any authority. "Leave Jess alone and go on
with your work."

Maggie seated herself complacently upon the sewing machine box and
swung her dish-towel to and fro. "To tell you the truth, Liza," she
said solemnly, "I believe the minister was scared. I think he thought
that when Splinterin' Andra got done makin' kindlin' wood o' the organ,
he'd make sausage meat o' him, an' if he was in that condition he
couldn't marry Jess----"

"To Don Neil," put in Sarah neatly.

"Mother, come and make the girls be quiet," pleaded the victim.

"Jess would make a fine minister's wife, though, Liza," continued
Maggie, knowing well that every word she uttered would be repeated
verbatim to Mrs. Fraser at the earliest possible date. "She takes
pious fits, doesn't she, mother?"

"I never notice much piety about any of you," retorted Mrs. Hamilton
smartly.

"Oh, mother Hamilton, you ought to be ashamed to own it, and here's
Bella and Jess getting themselves fixed to join the church. Shouldn't
wonder but I'll be doing something rash like that myself, now that I've
turned Christian Endeavourer."

"A fine specimen of a Christian Endeavorer you are," said Miss Cotton
scornfully. "An' you an active member, too!"

"Of course! I wouldn't be in anything where I couldn't be active.
It's heaps o' fun."

"My goodness, if you giddy folks had old Mr. Cameron over you, he'd
show you how to behave. It's my private opinion the minister don't
know a Christian from