CHAPTER XIII.
THE VISION It was growing very dark in the little church, almost too dark to see the carving of the choir-stalls, and Avery gave a short sigh of weariness.
She had so nearly finished her task that she had sent the children in to prepare for tea, declaring that she would follow them in five minutes, and then just at the last a whole mass of ivy and holly, upon which the boys had been at work, had slipped and strewn the chancel-floor.

She was the only one left in the church, and it behooved her to remove the litter.

It had been a hard day, and she was frankly tired of the very sight and smell of the evergreens.
There was no help for it, however.

The chancel must be made tidy before she could go, and she went to the cupboard under the belfry for the dustpan and brush which the sexton's wife kept there.

She found a candle also, and thus armed she returned to the scene of her labours at the other end of the dim little church.