d take me to Westminster Abbey or to St. Paul's,"
said Kate.

"Ah, yes, so I did; but a wet Sunday will do for those places, and they
want us to go to Richmond or Greenwich Park. Which shall it be, Kate?"
said her cousin, brushing her hair more vigorously.

"Who wants us to go?" asked Kate.

"Oh, you know--the friends who met us in the Park last Sunday."

"The young men who came into the shop on Friday? Wouldn't they go with
us to the Abbey or to St. Paul's instead?" said Kate.

Marion laughed. "I shouldn't like to ask them," she said; "and pray
don't say anything about Sunday school before them."

"I am not ashamed of it, I can tell you," said Kate, in a half-offended
tone.

"No, no, of course not; but then, you see, you are not in the country
now," said Marion, "and things are different in London."

"I don't see why they should be; there are Sunday schools in London, I
know, and I mean to find out a Bible-class, and then you and Bella
shall come and see how nice it is."

"Well, there's plenty of time for that when the fine weather is all
over," said Marion a little impatiently. "Now, Kate, be quick and
decide where we shall go, for I expect they will meet us as we go home,
and we must tell them where to meet us this afternoon."

"Well, I would rather not go at all," said Kate slowly, for she knew
her conscience would not let her enjoy the most pleasant trip that
could be arranged.

"Oh, nonsense, but you must come, I have promised for you; they
particularly want you to go," said Marion.

Kate could not help feeling pleased and flattered by her cousin's
words, but she made another feeble protest.

"I would much rather go to St. Paul's," she said, "and if I go with you
to-day you must promise to go to Bible-class with me very soon."

"Oh, I promise," laughed Marion. "And now, Kate, once more, where
shall we go, for I promised you should decide this? I am a great mind
to be jealous of you, my little country cousin," she added; "Bella
would be, I know."

"I don't see what you have got to be jealous about," said Kate, yet
still feeling pleased and elated, in spite of her better sense.

"Now let me give you a few finishing touches before we go," said
Marion, a few minutes afterwards, "and I will lend you my green brooch
and a veil. You must let me alter your bonnet a little one night next
week. There; now you don't look quite so dowdy," said Marion, as she
pushed her cousin before the looking-gla