ted to go, and let me
get out the car?"

Kate looked at him speculatively.

"Adam," she said, "when I started out, I meant only to take some
flowers to Mother and Polly. As I came around the corner of the church
to take the footpath, they were singing 'Rejoice in the Lord!' I went
inside and joined. I'm going to church as often as I can after this,
and I'm going to help with the work of running it."

"Well, I like that!" cried Adam, indignantly. "Why didn't you let me
go with you?"

Kate sat staring down the road. She was shocked speechless. Again she
had followed an impulse, without thinking of any one besides herself.
Usually she could talk, but in that instant she had nothing to say.
Then a carriage drew into the line of her vision, stopped at York's
gate, and Mr. York alighted and swung to the ground a slim girlish
figure and then helped his wife. Kate had a sudden inspiration. "But
you would want to wait a little and join with Milly, wouldn't you?" she
asked. "Uncle Robert always has been a church member. I think it's a
fine stand for a man to take."

"Maybe that would be better," he said. "I didn't think of Milly. I
only thought I'd like to have been with you and Little Poll."

"I'm sure Milly will be joining very soon, and that she'll want you
with her," said Kate.

She was a very substantial woman, but for the remainder of that day she
felt that she was moving with winged feet. She sang, she laughed, she
was unspeakably happy. She kept saying over and over: "And a little
child shall lead them." Then she would catch Little Poll, almost
crushing her in her strong arms. It never occurred to Kate that she
had done an unprecedented thing. She had done as her heart dictated.
She did not know that she put the minister into a most uncomfortable
position, when he followed her request to baptize her and the child.
She had never thought of probations, and examinations, and catechisms.
She had read the Bible, as was the custom, every morning before her
school. In that book, when a man wanted to follow Jesus, he followed;
Jesus accepted him; and that was all there was to it, with Kate.

The middle of the week Nancy Ellen came flying up the walk on winged
feet, herself. She carried photographs of several small children, one
of them a girl so like Little Poll that she might have been the
original of the picture.

"They just came," said Nancy Ellen rather breathlessly. "I was wild
for that little