I know 'em!" and she put on her hood and blanket-shawl as she gave one last fond look at the improvements.
"I'm going home to get my supper, and come back afterward to lay the carpet in my pew; my beans and brown bread will be just right by now, and perhaps it will rest me a little; besides, I must feed 'Zekiel." As Nancy Wentworth spoke, she sat in a corner of her own modest rear seat, looking a little pale and tired.

Her waving dark hair had loosened and fallen over her cheeks, and her eyes gleamed from under it wistfully.
Nowadays Nancy's eyes never had the sparkle of gazing into the future, but always the liquid softness that comes from looking backward.
"The church will be real cold by then, Nancy," objected Mrs.
Burbank.--"Good-night, Mrs.Baxter." "Oh, no! I shall be back by half-past six, and I shall not work long.

Do you know what I believe I'll do, Mrs.Burbank, just through the holidays?
Christmas and New Year's both coming on Sunday this year, there'll be a great many out to church, not counting the strangers that'll come to the special service to-morrow.

Instead of putting down my own pew carpet that'll never be noticed here in the back, I'll lay it in the old Peabody pew, for the red aisle-strip leads straight up to it; the ministers always go up that side, and it does look forlorn." "That's so! And all the more because my pew, that's exactly opposite in the left wing, is new carpeted and cushioned," replied the president.

"I think it's real generous of you, Nancy, because the Riverboro folks, knowing that you're a member of the carpet committee, will be sure to notice, and think it's queer you haven't made an effort to carpet your own pew." "Never mind!" smiled Nancy wearily.