il the
rosy patch of cloud sailed past the nursery window-pane at sunset that
she was reminded of the beautiful colours in church, and of the puzzle
about Saints and haloes that till then she had forgotten._

_'At least, no, I didn't exactly forget', she said to herself, 'but I
think p'raps I sort of disremembered--till the sunset colours reminded
me. Only I haven't found out what a Saint is yet, or a halo. And why
don't we have them on our Sunday windows in Meeting?'_

_Just at that moment the door opened, and nurse, who had been enjoying
a long talk downstairs in the kitchen, came in with the tea-tray. 'How
dark you are up here!' nurse exclaimed in her cheerful voice. 'We
shall have to light the lamp after all, or you will never find the way
to your mouth.'_

_So the lamp was lighted. The curtains were drawn. The sunset sky,
fast fading now, was hidden. And Lois' questions remained unanswered._

* * * * *

_A few days later, the visit came to an end. The next Sunday, Lois was
at home again, 'chattering like a little magpie,' as her mother said,
about everything she had seen and done. She had so much to think
about, that even Meeting did not seem as long as usual, though she
thought the walls looked plainer than ever, and the glass windows very
empty, till the sight of them reminded her that she could find out
more about Saints now. At home in the afternoon she began. Drawing her
footstool close to the big arm-chair, she put her elbows on her
father's knee and looked up searchingly into his face. 'Father, please
tell me, if you possibly can,' pleaded an earnest little voice, 'for I
do very badly want to find out. Do you know what a Saint is?' Her
father laughed. 'Know what a Saint is? I should think I did! No man
better!' he answered. Lois wondered why he glanced across to the other
side of the fire where her mother was sitting; and why she glanced
back at him and shook her head, meeting his eyes with a happy smile.
Then her father jumped up, and from the lowest shelf of one of his
book-cases he fetched a fat, square volume, bound in brown leather and
gold. This he put carefully on a table, and drawing Lois on to his
knee and putting his arm round her, he showed her a number of
photographs. Lambs were there, and running fountains, and spangly
stars, and peacocks, and doves. But those pages he turned over
quickly, until he came to others: photographs of men and women dressed
in white