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SUNDAY morning fell on the first day of September, and it was very hot -- so hot that Mr. Carter refused to go to church. He was sitting in the shade of his library, in his shirt-sleeves and his stocking feet, when his wife and Emily returned from service. Emily went up to her room at once, but Mrs. Carter came into the library, took off her hat, and sat down to get cool. She was a little flushed and thoughtful.
"The Denbighs were not in church," she remarked after a moment. "I don't know that I ever knew Colonel Denbigh to miss a Sunday, except when his son died. Do you remember, Johnson?"