turned the leaves quickly again.

"And now I want to read you the verse that seems to me to tell how God
likes us to keep the Sabbath. 'If thou turn away thy foot from the
sabbath, from doing thy pleasure on my holy day; and call the sabbath
a delight'--you see, Leslie, He doesn't want it to be a dull, poky
day. He wants us to call it a delight. And yet we are to find our
pleasure in Him, and not in the things that belong just to ourselves.
Listen: 'a delight, the holy of the Lord, honorable; and shalt honor
him, not doing thine own ways, nor finding thine own pleasure, nor
speaking thine own words: then shalt thou delight thyself in the Lord;
and I will cause thee to ride upon the high places of the earth, and
feed thee with the heritage of Jacob thy father; for the mouth of the
Lord hath spoken it.'"

Leslie suddenly threw her head in Julia Cloud's lap right over the
Bible, and looked up into her face with an exquisite earnestness all
her own.

"Cloudy Jewel, it sounds all different from anything I ever heard of,
and I don't know how to do it; but something inside says it ought to
be true, and I'm going to try it!" she said. "Anyhow, we've had a
grand time this afternoon, and it hasn't been a bit dull. Do you
suppose maybe we've been 'delighting' in Him this afternoon? But there
goes the supper bell, and I'm hungry as a bear. How about that,
Cloudy? Is it right to cook on Sunday? That place you read about the
man who picked up sticks to make a fire in camp doesn't sound like
it."

"Well, dear, you know in the old times we always got the Sunday
cooking and baking done on Saturday, just as the Lord told the
Israelites to do. I haven't any business to judge other people, and
every one must decide for himself what is necessary and what is not, I
suppose; but, as for me, I like to do as mother always did. I always
have the cake-box and bread-box full of nice fresh things, and make a
pie, perhaps, and cook a piece of meat, or have some salad in the
ice-box; and then it is the work of but a few minutes to get the
nicest kind of a meal on Sunday. It is easy to have a beefsteak to
broil, or cold meat, or something to warm up in a minute if one cares
enough to get it ready; and it really makes a lovely, restful time on
Sunday to know all that work is done. Besides, it isn't any harder. I
like it."

Allison gathered up the rug and books, and they walked slowly toward
the inn, watching the wonderful colorings of the foliag