But Clarence did not observe this look, and he had no idea of sharing his favorite cousin with any one, if he could help it.
Sunday brought the explanation of the shelf full of prayer-books which had puzzled them on their first arrival.

There was no church within reach; and it was Geoff's regular custom, it seemed, to hold a little service for the men in the valley.

Almost all of them came, except the few Mexicans, who were Roman Catholics, and the room was quite full.

Geoff read the service well and reverently, gave out the hymns, and played the accompaniments for them, closing with a brief bit of a sermon by the elder Arnold.

It was all done simply and as a matter of course, and Clarence seemed to join in it with much good-will; but Clover privately wondered whether the idea of doing such a thing would have entered into his head had he been left alone, or, if so, whether he would have cared enough about it to carry it out regularly.