If you go to church tomorrow in the very costume you have on at present, without telling anyone why you do so, until it is all over, I'll give you--why, I vow I'll give you five dollars for that quilt of yours." Poor Cecily! To go to church in a faded print dress, with a shabby little old sun-hat and worn shoes! It was very cruel of Mr.Campbell.
"I--I don't think mother would let me," she faltered.
Her tormentor smiled grimly.
"It's not hard to find some excuse," he said sarcastically.
Cecily crimsoned and sat up facing Mr.Campbell spunkily.
"It's NOT an excuse," she said.

"If mother will let me go to church like this I'll go.

But I'll have to tell HER why, Mr.Campbell, because I'm certain she'd never let me if I didn't." "Oh, you can tell all your own family," said Mr.Campbell, "but remember, none of them must tell it outside until Sunday is over.

If they do, I'll be sure to find it out and then our bargain is off.

If I see you in church tomorrow, dressed as you are now, I'll give you my name and five dollars.