The organ had droned through the hymn and the women broke into song, with loose lips and without restraint, as street boys sing.

He saw them casting curious, sullen glances, and the Readers' Guild whispering among themselves.

Miss Bella Bliss Utter, looking as distressed as a nut can look, nodded, and Mrs.
Manners shook her head and they meant the same thing.

Then St.
George saw the attendant in the red waist descend from the platform and make her way toward him, the little American flag rising and falling on her breast.

He unhesitatingly stepped in the aisle to meet her, determined to prevent, if possible, her suspicion of the message.