on Sundays she went to
Meeting with father and mother. She liked walking there, in between
them, holding a hand of each, skipping and jumping in order not to
step on the black lines of the pavement. She liked to see the shops
with their eyes all shut tight for Sunday, and to watch for the
naughty shops, here and there, who kept a corner of their blinds up,
just to show a few toys or goodies underneath. Lois always thought
that those shops looked as if they were winking up at her; and she
smiled back at them a rather reproving little smile. She enjoyed the
walk and was sorry when it came to an end. For, to tell the truth, she
did not enjoy the Meeting that followed it at all._

_Long before the hour was over she used to grow very tired of the
silence and of the quiet room, tired of kicking her blue footstool
(gently of course, but still kicking it) and of counting her boot
buttons up and down, or else watching the hands of the clock move
slowly round its big calm face. 'Church' was a more interesting place
than Meeting, certainly; but then 'Church' had disadvantages of its
own. Everything there was strange to Lois. It had almost frightened
her, this first time. She did not know when she ought to stand up, or
when she ought to kneel, and when she might sit down. Then, when the
organ played and everybody stood up and sang a hymn, Lois found to her
surprise that her throat was beginning to feel tight and choky. For
some reason she began to wonder if father and mother were sitting in
Meeting alone, and if they had quite forgotten their little girl. Two
small tears gathered. In another minute they might have slipped out of
the corners of her eyes, and have run down her cheeks. They might even
have fallen upon the page of the hymn-book she was carefully holding
upside down. And that would have been dreadful!_

_Happily, just in time, she looked up and saw something so beautiful
above her that the two tears ran back to wherever it was they came
from, in less time than it takes to tell._

_For there, above her head, was a tall, pointed, glass window, high up
on the wall. The glass in the window was of wonderful colours, like a
rainbow:--deep purple and blue, shining gold, rich, soft red, and
glowing crimson, with here and there a green that twinkled like young
beech-leaves in the woods in spring. Best of all, there was one bit of
purest white, with sunlight streaming through it, that shone like
dazzling snow. At first Lois o