The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1917-01-19
CHAPTER II-contlnued.

SO it was that the twins and Comm
were alone for a while.
"You did pretty good job Connie,
said Carol approvingly.
'Yes, l think l did myself" was tn
complacent answer. But | intendet
to put in, Keep us as the apple of tn.
eye, hold us in the hollow of thy hand
and forgot it until ] had said Amen
had a notion to put in a postscript
but l believe that isn't DONE"
"Never mind" said Carol, 'I'll us,
that in mine, tomorrow"
1t cannot be said that this form o.
Tamily worship was a great success
The twins were invariably stereOtyped
cut and dried They thanked the Lore
for the beautiful morning, for kline
friends, for health, and family, and par
SOnage. Connie always prayed in sen
tences extracted from the prayers Of
Others she had often heard, and every
time with nearly disastrous effect.
But later on the morning worship
went better. The prayers of the chill
dren changed-became more personal
less flOwery. They remembered that
when they knelt they were at the
feet of God, and speaking direct to
him.
The family had been in the new par
sOnage only three weeks, when a Wis
ating minister called on them. 1t was
about ten minutes before the lunch
con hour at the time of his arrival.
Mr.. Starr was Inc the country, visiting.
so the girls received him alone. 1t
was an unfortunate day for the STAIRS.
Fairy had been at college all morning,
and Prudence had been rummaging in
the attic, getting it ready for a rainy
day and winter playroom for the
younger girls. She was dusty and
tired.
The luncheon hour arrived, and the
girls came in from school, eager to be
up and away again. Still the grave
young minister sat dlscoursing upon
serious topics with the fidgety Pru-
-Gence-and In spite of dust and per-
spiratiOn, she was good to look upon.
Rev. Mr. Morgan realized that, and
could not tear himself away. Finally
Prudence sighed.
"Do you like sweet corn, Mr. Nor
GAM"
This was entirely out of the line of
their conversation, and for a moment
he faltered. "Sweet corn?" he repeated.
"Yes, roasting ears, you know
cooked on the cob"
Then he smiled. "Oh, yes, indeed.
Very much" he said.
We'll" she began her explanation
rather drearily, II was busy this morn
ing and did not prepare much lunch
con. We are very fond of sweet corn,
and l cooked an enormous painful. But
that's all we have for luncheon-sweet
corn and butter. We haven't even
bread, because am going to bake this
afternoon, and we never eat it with
sweet corn, anyhow. Now, If you care
to eat sweet corn and butter, and
canned peaches, we'd just love to have
you stay for luncheon with u.s."
Rev. Mr.. Morgan was charmed, and
said so. SO Prudence rushed to the
kitchen, opened the peaches in hurry,
and fished out clean napkin for their
guest. Then they gathered about the
table, five girls and the visiting min
ister 1t was really a curious sight,
that table. In the center stood a tall
vase of goldenrod. On either side of
the vase was great platter piled high
with sweet corn, on the cob Around
the table were six plates, with the nee
essary silverware, and glass Of wa
ter for each. There was also a small |
dish of peaches at each place, and an |
individual plate of butter. That was |
the napkins. But Prudence |
made no apologies, She was a daugh-
ter Of the parsonage! She showed Rev.
Mr.. Morgan to his place as graciously
and sweetly as though she were usher
Ing him in to twenty-seven-course
banquet.
'Wil you return thanks, Mr.. Nor
gan9" she said. /