The Winged Victory

"Been to the cemetery?" he asked.

Kate nodded and dropped into a chair.

"That's too far to walk and carry this great big woman," he said,
snuggling his face in the baby's neck, while she patted his cheeks
and pulled his hair. "Why didn't you tell me you wanted to go,
and let me get out the car?"

Kate looked at him speculatively.

"Adam," she said, "when I started out, I meant only to take some
flowers to Mother and Polly. As I came around the corner of the
church to take the footpath, they were singing 'Rejoice in the
Lord!' I went inside and joined. I'm going to church as often as
I can after this, and I'm going to help with the work of running
it."

"Well, I like that!" cried Adam, indignantly. "Why didn't you let
me go with you?"

Kate sat staring down the road. She was shocked speechless.
Again she had followed an impulse, without thinking of any one
besides herself. Usually she could talk, but in that instant she
had nothing to say. Then a carriage drew into the line of her
vision, stopped at York's gate, and Mr. York alighted and swung to
the ground a slim girlish figure and then helped his wife. Kate
had a sudden inspiration. "But you would want to wait a little
and join with Milly, wouldn't you?" she asked. "Uncle Robert
always has been a church member. I think it's a fine stand for a
man to take."

"Maybe that would be better," he said. "I didn't think of Milly.
I only thought I'd like to have been with you and Little Poll."