They had always had some delightful book put by for Sunday, and in the morning they had gone to the pretty little ivy-covered church, each holding one of mother's hands; and in the afternoon, they had taken mother for a walk, and led her up the fields outside the town, to find wild flowers. Then after tea, they had all three drawn around the piano, and mother had sung for them out of the hymn-book till bedtime.
Sunday at Kirk-Andrew was a different affair. An atmosphere of gravity was everywhere. The minister looked so serious that the twins wondered if he felt ill. Eppie refused to smile when they bade her a good morning. Breakfast passed in awful silence, and, immediately after, they were told to get ready for "kirk." The service did not begin for a long time yet; so they were at a loss to know why it was necessary to get ready thus early. They asked Eppie, and she told them that what was meant by "getting
