As she sat beside her window, her own lamp not yet lit, she had seen a figure flit past in the misty moonlight, and she was sure it was Miss Farrel.

She reflected quickly that it was Thursday evening, when Miss Hart always went to prayer-meeting.

Hannah had a cold and had stayed at home, although it was her day off.

Miss Hart cherished the belief that her voice was necessary to sustain the singing at any church meeting.

She had, in her youth, possessed a fine contralto voice.