HELL AND HEAVEN The events of the afternoon, stirring as they had been, were soon dismissed from Sandy's mind.

The approaching hop possessed right of way over every other thought.
By the combined assistance of Mrs.Hollis and Aunt Melvy, he had been ready at half-past seven.

The dance did not begin until nine; but he was to take Annette, and the doctor, whose habits were as fixed as the numbers on a clock, had insisted that she should attend prayer-meeting as usual before the dance.
In the little Hard-Shell Baptist Church the congregation had assembled and services had begun before Mr.Meech arrived.

He appeared singularly flushed and breathless, and caused some confusion by giving out the hymn which had just been sung.

It was not until he became stirred by the power of his theme that he gained composure.
In the front seat Dr.Fenton drowsed through the discourse.