I am afraid if I had to choose between
the two, I would rather be a dancing dervish than a McDonaldite. However,
perhaps if I understood the doctrines of each I might choose the other way.
But that brings me back to the beginning again, and makes me wonder how it
is that no one seems to really know why they take the 'jerks,'" turning to
Mrs. Gardner.
"Well, since none of us _do_ know, let us try to forget about them for the
rest of the evening," said she. "It is a comfort to know that there is a
religion which the simplest can understand, and a service in which we can
all unite without committing any impropriety."
A few preparations followed, and they were soon on their way to the
Methodist chapel, where the reverential feeling that always filled Elsie's
heart when inside a place of worship was not now wanting, as it had been
while inside the church of the McDonalds, and she followed the example of
Mrs. Gardner and bowed her head in silent prayer.
The service was opened by singing a hymn--one of those good old-fashioned,
heartfelt songs that are dear to the hearts of all Christian people,
whatever may be their Church or creed--and a feeling of strong emotion
filled Dexie's heart as it rolled from the throats of the people around
her, then her own clear, full notes rose above the assembled voices.
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