The world is pretty much the same thing Sunday that
it is other days, eh?"

"Yes, father--the world; but not the day. That is not the same as the
rest."

"Why not? We cannot go to church to-day, if that is what you are
thinking of. I took church-time to come down here. And if you wanted to
go to church, Dolly, you couldn't have a finer temple than over yonder."

"Oh, if you'll go to church there, father, I'll go."

"To be sure I will. Get your hat."

"And my Bible?"

"Bible?" Mr. Copley looked at her. "I didn't say anything about a
Bible. We are going to take a walk. You don't want a book to carry."

"How are we going to church there, then?"

"Think good thoughts, and enjoy the works of the good Creator. That's
all you can do in any church, Dolly. Come, little Puritan."

Dolly did not quite know what to do; however, she got her hat, finding
that her mother was willing; and she and her father went down to the
bridge. There, to her dismay somewhat, they were joined by Mr. St.
Leger. But not to Mr. Copley's dismay; he welcomed the young man
openly. Dolly would have gone back now, but she did not dare.

"Going to see the house?" Lawrence asked.

"It is Sunday," said Dolly. "You cannot."

"There's a way of opening doors, even on Sunday," said the other.

"No, not here. The housekeeper will not let you in. She is a Christian."

"She is a Methodist, you mean," said Mr. Copley.

"I believe she is a Methodist. She is a good friend of mine."

"What business have you to make friends with Methodists? we're all good
Church people; hey, Lawrence? What grand old woods these are!"

"How old do you suppose these trees to be, father?"

"Can't guess; less than centuries would not do. Centuries of being let
alone! I wonder how men would get on, if they could have as good a
chance? Glorious! Go on, children, and take your walk; I will lie down
here and rest. I believe I want that more than walking."

He threw himself down at full length on the turf in the shadow of a
giant beech. Dolly and her remaining companion passed slowly on. This
was not what she had reckoned upon; but she saw that her father wished
to be left alone, and she did not feel, nevertheless, that she could go
home and leave the party. Slowly she and Mr. St. Leger sauntered on,
from the shadow of one great tree to another; Dolly thinking what she
should do. When they were gotten out of sight and out of earshot, she
too stopped, and sat down on a shady b