You get the strangest ideas lately, mother." Mrs.Field put on her black bonnet and shawl, and started.

The bell tolled, and she passed down the village street with a stiff steadiness of gait.

She felt eager to go to meeting to-night.

This old New England woman, all of whose traditions were purely orthodox, was all unknowingly a fetich-worshipper in a time of trouble.

Ever since her daughter had been ill, she had had a terrified impulse in her meeting-going.