Our girls felt somewhat of the sacredness of the place; at least they went around with a more decided feeling that it was Sunday than they had ever realized before.  Three of them did.

To Flossy this day was like the revelation of a new heaven and a new earth.  Her first Sunday in Christ!

There was no sunshine, neither was there rain.  Just a hush of all things, and sweetness everywhere.

After breakfast Ruth and Marion lolled on their cots and studied the programme, while the other two made hasty toilets, and announced their intention of going to Sunday-school.

“What in the name of sense takes you?” queried Marion, rising on one elbow, the better to view this strange phenomena.

“Why I have a mission,” Eurie said.  “About three thousand people have been talking all this week about teaching a few Bible verses to some children to-day, and I am going to find out what they are, and what is so wonderful about them.  Besides, I was taken for a being named Miss Rider, and on inquiry I find her to be what they call an infant-class teacher, so I am going to hunt her up and see if we look alike and are affinities.”

Flossy chose to make no answer at all, and presently the two departed together to attend their first Sabbath-school since they were known as children.  As they passed a certain tent Eurie’s ready ears gained information from other passers-by: 

“This is where the little children are; Miss Rider is going to teach them.”

Eurie halted.

“I’m going in here,” she said, decidedly, to Flossy.  “That is the very lady I am in search of.”  And seeing Flossy hesitate, she added:  “Oh, you may go on, it is just as well to divide our forces; we may each have some wonderful adventure.  You go your way and I will go mine, and we’ll see what will come of it.”

The tent was full apparently; but that spirit which was rife at Chautauqua, and which prompted everybody to try to look out a little for the comfort of everybody else, made a seat full of ladies crowd a little and make room for her.  Rows and rows of little people with smiling faces and shining eyes!  It was a pretty sight.  Eurie gave eager attention to the lady who was talking to them, and laughed a little to herself over the dissimilarity of their appearance.

“Hair and eyes and height, and everything else, totally unlike me!” she said.  “She is older than I, too, ever so much.  She doesn’t look as I thought Miss Rider would.”

But what she was saying proved to be very interesting, not only to the little people, but to Eurie.  She listened eagerly.  It was important to discover what had been so stirring the Sunday-school world all the week.  She was not left in doubt; the story was plainly, clearly, fascinatingly told; it was that tender one of the sick man so long waiting, waiting to be helped into the pool; disappointed year after year, until one blessed day Jesus came that way and asked one simple question, and received an eager answer, and gave one brief command, and, lo! the work was done!  The long, long years of pain and trial were over!  Do you think this seemed like a wonderful story to Eurie?  Do you think her cheeks glowed with joy over the thought of the great love and the great power of Jesus?