It was just such a bell as rang every Sunday from chapels across the Glebeshire moors, and Maggie knew, when Aunt Elizabeth opened the door and looked in upon her, that the summons was for her.
"Oh! my dear (a favourite exclamation of Aunt Elizabeth's) and you're not ready.

The bell's begun.

The rain's coming down very hard, I'm afraid.

It's only a step from our door.

Your things, dear, as quick as you can." The girl ran upstairs and, stayed by some sudden impulse, stood for a moment before the long mirror.