He
overheard Bates, who could not possibly speak in a whisper, ask her in
a mumbling bass voice if she wanted her cloak, and he saw the shadows
of the couple on the ground as she stood up and allowed him to help her
put it on.
Gradually the shed had filled to overflowing. A white-haired preacher
raised the tune of a familiar hymn, and the principal service of the
day began.
After the sermon was over, the congregation rose to get their
lunch-baskets, which had been left in their vehicles.
"Mighty poky business so far," Westerfelt heard Jennie Wynn say, as she
and Hansard went out ahead of him; "wait until after dinner, they'll
get limbered up by that time."
Westerfelt hoped Harriet and Bates would leave as soon as the others
did, but he saw them standing between the benches as if waiting for
some one. He looked straight ahead of him as he approached them, and
was about to pass without looking in the direction, when Bates caught
his arm and detained him.
"Miss Harriet wants to see you," he said, with a grin; "you wouldn't be
in such a hurry if you knew what for.
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