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You could talk to him almost as though he were a boy of the "crowd." It developed that the Reverend MacGill was planning a revival. He said he hoped that Tess and Missy would persuade all their young friends to attend. As Missy agreed to ally herself with his crusade, she felt a sort of lofty zeal glow up in her. It was a pleasantly superior kind of feeling.
"You will think of us when you be his wife, Tess, and of how we told 'ee that we loved him, and how we tried not to hate you, and did not hate you, and could not hate you, because you were his choice, and we never hoped to be chose by him."
After this disclosure Tess nourished no further foolish thought that there lurked any grave and deliberate import in Clare's attentions to her. It was a passing summer love of her face, for love's own temporary sake nothing more.
There was too much misery in her own life, too much desperate desire for her loved one, to allow the glitter of a promised crown to affect her. She wanted to know of the suffering Christ, to read of how He had promised Here Tess stopped and tossed back the red hair. What was it she wanted to read about?
There were many treasures to be taken indoors, and Dot and Tess toiled out of the garden, and up the porch steps, and through the hall, and climbed the stairs to the new playroom oh! so many times. Mr. Stetson, the groceryman, came with an order just as Dot was toiling along with an armful to the porch. "Hello! hello!" he exclaimed. "Don't you want some help with all that load, Miss Dorothy?"
At the first she didn't intend really to appropriate them, but Tess caught up the idea enthusiastically. She immediately began making concrete plans and, soon, Missy caught her fervour. That picture of herself as a dashing, fearless horsewoman had come to life again. When she got home, mother, looking worried, was waiting for her. "Where on earth have you been? Look at that straggly hair!
The vivid mark was offering its crimson tinge sharply against the dead blue of the rest of the baby face. "And, Tess," burst forth Teola, "how gladly I would give you a dress for yourself if I could, and a dress for him! You can't bring him like this to the church. You don't mind coming as you are?" "Nope," came the bitter interruption from the squatter.
Although Tess had not heard the beginning of the address, she learnt what the text had been from its constant iteration "O foolish galatians, who hath bewitched you, that ye should not obey the truth, before whose eyes Jesus Christ hath been evidently set forth, crucified among you?"
They were both down beside the babe again, Tess eying the mother eagerly. "Oh, no, Tess! Those are but superstitions. This is the truth. No matter how little the child is, he won't go to a holy place if he isn't baptized." "Air the Huly Ghost livin' only in the church?" "Yes, He doesn't stay anywhere else." "Who says it air true?" "God." "Your brother's God?" "Yes." "Then, of course, it air so.
Driven on by the passion dominating his weak body, Frederick dragged her to him. Deforrest Young came into the girl's mind. How she loved him! She would not tolerate Graves' hateful embrace. She made a frantic struggle against the arms holding her. "Frederick, Frederick!" she gasped. "No, I won't listen, Tess," he cried. "I'm sorry enough for all I've done and I won't go away from you any more."
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