In the Penniman home it was not merely Sunday morning; it was Sabbath morning.

Throughout the house a subdued bustling, decorous and solemn; a hushed, religious hurry of preparation for church.

In the bathroom Judge Penniman shaved his marbled countenance with tender solicitude, fitting himself to adorn a sanctuary.

In other rooms Mrs.Penniman and Winona arrayed themselves in choice raiment for behoof of the godly; in each were hurried steppings, as from closet to mirror; shrill whisperings of silken drapery as it fell into place.

In the parlour the Merle twin sat reading an instructive book.