Here she waited for John, one hand twisted in the gray's mane, and with the other switching at the tall grass with her riding-whip.

Only a few of the people knew her, but these came to speak of the sermon.

One woman peered at her curiously from under her big shaker bonnet.

The stories of Mr.Ward's wife's unbelief had traveled out from Lockhaven.
"Wonderful how some folks could stand against such doctrine!" she said; "and yet they must know it's a sin not to believe in everlasting punishment.

I believe it's a mortal sin, don't you, Mrs.Ward ?" "No," Helen said quietly..