It seems as if I was going back to my own family; to somebody who really belongs to you more than just fourth cousins, you know.

A godmother must be the next best thing to a real mother, you see, Davy, because it's a mother that God gives you to take the place of your own, when she is gone.

Oh, let's hurry home and tell Cousin Hetty." Slipping from the window-sill to the floor, she carried the book she had been reading back to its corner in the little red bookcase, and shut it up with the musty volumes inside.

Then she walked slowly down the narrow aisle of the little meeting-house, between its double rows of narrow straight-backed pews.

As she reached the bench-like altar, extending in front of the pulpit, she slipped to her knees a moment.