There's water in his well when the others is all dry!" "But how about the pews ?" interrupted Mrs.Burbank.

"I think Nancy's idea is splendid, and I want to see it carried out.

We might make it a picnic, bring our luncheons, and work all together; let every woman in the congregation come and scrub her own pew." "Some are too old, others live at too great a distance," and the minister's wife sighed a little; "indeed, most of those who once owned the pews or sat in them seemed to be dead, or gone away to live in busier places." "I've no patience with 'em, gallivantin' over the earth," and here Lobelia rose and shook the carpet threads from her lap.

"I shouldn't want to live in a livelier place than Edgewood, seem's though! We wash and hang out Mondays, iron Tuesdays, cook Wednesdays, clean house and mend Thursdays and Fridays, bake Saturdays, and go to meetin' Sundays.

I don't hardly see how they can do any more 'n that in Chicago!" "Never mind if we have lost members!" said the indomitable Mrs.Burbank.
"The members we still have left must work all the harder.