A deep silence reigned in the cool, dim interior of the House of God.
One could almost feel the silence, 'twas so impressive.

Slowly they walked up the wide church aisle and stood before the quaint baptismal font.

A stray sunbeam glancing through one of the beautiful, variously-colored memorial windows, lighted up the pictured saint-like faces over the chancel, making them appear as if imbued with life.
Mary softly whispered to Ralph, as if loath to profane the sacredness of the place by loud talking, "I seem to hear a voice saying, 'The Lord is in His holy temple.'" Quietly retracing their steps, they, without meeting any one, emerged into the bright sunlight and were soon in the midst of the turmoil and traffic incident to the principal business street of a city.
The young folks boarded a trolley and in a short time reached the Fair grounds, which offered many attractions to Ralph as well as Mary.

The latter was interested in the fine display of needlework, fruits, flowers and vegetables of unusual size.

Aunt Sarah's bread won a prize.