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At Church, 4!
Foremost amongst the church-goers came the
squire and his little daughter. Wherever they came,
people bowed and fell back a little to let them pass,
and many said aloud, “ What a pretty little lady she
is, and how stylish!”
Mary—that was the name of the little girl—knew
full well that they spoke the truth, for her hat was
brand new, with artificial flowers and a feather
waving in the wind. Led by her father’s hand,
Mary entered the church, and took her seat in
the principal pew, near to the vestry.
But last of all, amongst those whom the church-
bells had called together, came a poor little ragged
girl, known in the country around by the name of
“beggar Ingrid,” for she would sometimes hold out
her hand to solicit alms, when her mother was too
ill to work -for the support of both of them. Ingrid
placed herself by the church-door to be the last one
to enter, but her eyes lit upon the gaudily-decked
pulpit, with its gold-embroidered red velvet cushion,
and she looked at the bright resplendent chandelier
that hung from the ceiling, and hesitated to go in-
side the church. Then her eyes wandered from one
to another of the congregation; they all wore their
best Sunday clothes, and when Ingrid looked at her
own ragged gown, and down at her bare feet, she
became afraid. She fancied that every one in the
church turned round and looked at her, and then she
ran away as far as the wall of the churchyard,
where she seated herself on a tombstone under a
large lime tree
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