en relaxed comfortably into her cushions once
more. "Oh, you mean he held those new views about religion," she said.
"I have just been reading a novel that has something about that in it.
Was he young? I always like a young preacher, because their voices are
generally stronger and you can hear better."

Miss Ethel had gone to the window and now stood there, looking out.
The eyebrow which was affected a little by emotion or excitement gave a
slight twitch occasionally and her lips were pressed close together.
She saw the little flag on the roof over the privet hedge hanging quiet
on the still air, and it added to her sense of being conquered by those
forces which had been creeping on steadily, bit by bit, until she could
not ignore them any more than the new houses.

But she had never before felt it as she did to-night, looking up at
that exquisite clear sky with the sickle moon rising. She was not
well, tired with the walk and the service; and a most unwonted pressure
of tears ached behind her eyes, though she fiercely fought against them.

"Ethel!" said Mrs. Bradford. "What are you standing there for? Why
don't you go and take off your things for supper?"

"I am going." Miss Ethel controlled her voice to speak as usual.
"I'll just put the kettle on first, because Caroline won't be in for
some time yet." And she began to cross the room, when suddenly,
abruptly, she stopped short. Standing quite still in the midst of all
those heavy chairs and tables that gleamed dimly in the falling dusk,
she blurted out in a queer, strangled tone: "I hated that sermon. I
don't think clergymen ought to be allowed to preach like that. They
want to change God. They can't even leave God the same."

"You really do upset yourself about things so, Ethel," said Mrs.
Bradford fretfully. She wanted her supper. "What does it matter to
you what other people think? You should just take no notice and go on
in your own way, and believe what you always have believed--as I do."

Miss Ethel made some inarticulate reply, and went out to put on the
kettle. Not for any earthly consideration would she have told her
sister that that was exactly what she could not do: that because she
listened carefully to sermons and read articles about religion the
unchanging God was gradually giving place to a vague Power which
nebulously adapted itself to the needs of a changing civilization.

The gas-ring spurted under the match in her hand, lighting