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THE next morning, being Sunday, Sylvia and Hazel walked across the fields to the village church, as was their custom. They had little to say as they went along. Possibly they both had too much to think about to want to talk.
Hazel enjoyed the simple service. There was something in worship and praise, in the prayers and the hymns, that responded to a need of her nature. It was not until the sermon that her mind strayed to other matters. The parson, instead of giving words of help and encouragement to those who were there to hear him, occupied his time by denouncing those who were not. He deplored the spread of Sunday sport and the increasing desecration of the Sabbath. He prophesied woe for a nation that neglected its churches. Excellent sentiments, thought Hazel, if addressed to those who stayed away. And that somehow made her think of Simon.