testimony, so people wonder why he doesn’t get up. Why, even old Josiah Sloane gets up every night.”
“With his whiskers sticking out every which way, and his hair ditto,” interjected the graceless Eben.
“When the minister calls for testimonials and all the folks look at our pew, I feel ready to sink through the floor for shame,” sighed Mollie. “If father would get up just once!”
Miriam Bell now entered the kitchen. She was ready for the meeting, to which Major Spencer was to take her. She was a tall, pale girl, with a serious face, and dark, thoughtful eyes, totally unlike Mollie. She had “come under conviction” during the meetings, and had stood up for prayer and testimony several times. The evangelist thought her very spiritual. She heard Mollie’s concluding sentence and spoke reprovingly.
“You shouldn’t criticize your father, Mollie. It isn’t for you to judge him.”
Eben had hastily slipped out. He was afraid Miriam would begin talking religion to him if he stayed. He had with difficulty escaped from an exhortation by Robert in the cow-stable. There was no peace in Avonlea for the unregenerate, he reflected. Robert and Miriam had both “come out,” and Mollie was hovering on the brink.
“Dad and I are the black sheep of the family,” he said, with a laugh, for which he at once felt guilty.
