Sunday morning broke, dull and gray. The rain had ceased, but the clouds hung dark and brooding above a world which, in its windless calm, following the spent storm-throe, seemed to us to be waiting "till the of fate." We were all up early. None of us, it appeared, had slept well, and some of us not at all. The Story Girl had been among the latter, and she looked very pale and , with black shadows under her deep-set eyes. Peter, however, had slept soundly enough after twelve o'clock.  
"When you've been out elderberries all the afternoon it'll take more than the Judgment Day to keep you awake all night," he said. "But when I woke up this morning it was just awful. I'd forgot it for a moment, and then it all came back with a rush, and I was worse scared than before."
 
Cecily was pale but brave. For the first time in years she had not put her hair up in curlers on Saturday night. It was brushed and braided with Puritan .
 
"If it's the Judgment Day I don't care whether my hair is curly or not," she said.
 
"Well," said Aunt Janet, when we all to the kitchen, "this is the first time you young ones have ever all got up without being called, and that's a fact."
 
At breakfast our appetites were poor. How could the grown-ups eat as they did? After breakfast and the necessary chores there was the forenoon to be lived through. Peter, true to his word, got out his Bible and began to read from the first chapter in Genesis.
 
"I won't have time to read it all through, I s'pose," he said, "but I'll get along as far as I can."
 
There was no preaching in Carlisle that day, and Sunday School was not till the evening. Cecily got out her Lesson Slip and studied the lesson . The rest of us did not see how she could do it. We could not, that was very certain.
 
"If it isn't the Judgment Day, I want to have the lesson learned," she said, "and if it is I'll feel I've done what was right. But I never found it so hard to remember the Golden Text before."
 
The long dragging hours were hard to endure. We roamed restlessly about, and went to and fro—all save Peter, who still read away at his Bible. He was through Genesis by eleven and beginning on .
 
"There's a good deal of it I don't understand," he said, "but I read every word, and that's the main thing. That story about Joseph and his brother was so int'resting I almost forgot about the Judgment Day."
 
But the long out was beginning to get on Dan's nerves.
 
"If it is the Judgment Day," he , as we went in to dinner,
"I wish it'd hurry up and have it over."
"Oh, Dan!" cried Felicity and Cecily together, in a chorus of horror. But the Story Girl looked as if she rather sympathized with Dan.
 
If we had eaten little at breakfast we could eat still less at dinner. After dinner the clouds rolled away, and the sun came and gloriously out. This, we thought, was a good . Felicity opined that it wouldn't have cleared up if it was the Judgment Day. Nevertheless, we dressed ourselves carefully, and the girls put on their white dresses.
 
Sara Ray came up, still crying, of course. She increased our uneasiness by saying that her mother believed the Enterprise paragraph, and was afraid that the end of the world was really at hand.
 
"That's why she let me come up," she . "If she hadn't been afraid I don't believe she would have let me come up. But I'd have died if I couldn't have come. And she wasn't a bit cross when I told her I had gone to the magic lantern show. That's an awful bad sign. I hadn't a white dress, but I put on my white muslin with the frills."
 
"That seems kind of queer," said Felicity doubtfully. "You wouldn't put on an apron to go to church, and so it doesn't seem as if it was proper to put it on for Judgment Day either."
 
"Well, it's the best I could do," said Sara . "I wanted to have something white on. It's just like a dress only it hasn't sleeves."
 
"Let's go into the and wait," said the Story Girl. "It's one o'clock now, so in another hour we'll know the worst. We'll leave the front door open, and we'll hear the big clock when it strikes two."
 
No better plan being suggested, we betook ourselves to the orchard, and sat on the of Uncle Alec's tree because the grass was wet. The world was beautiful and peaceful and green. Overhead was a dazzling blue sky, with heaps of white cloud.
 
"Pshaw, I don't believe there's any fear of it being the last day," said Dan, beginning a whistle out of sheer .
 
"Well, don't whistle on Sunday anyhow," said Felicity .
 
"I don't see a thing about Methodists or Presbyterians, as far as
I've gone, and I'm most through Exodus," said Peter suddenly.
"When does it begin to tell about them?"
"There's nothing about Methodists or Presbyterians in the Bible," said Felicity scornfully.
 
Peter looked amazed.
 
"Well, how did they happen then?" he asked. "When did they begin to be?"
 
"I've often thought it such a strange thing that there isn't a word about either of them in the Bible," said Cecily. "Especially when it mentions Baptists—or at least one Baptist."
 
"Well, anyhow," said Peter, "even if it isn't the Judgment Day I'm going to keep on reading the Bible until I've got clean through. I never thought it was such an int'resting book."
 
"It sounds simply dreadful to hear you call the Bible an interesting book," said Felicity, with a at the sacrilege. "Why, you might be talking about ANY common book."
 
"I didn't mean any harm," said Peter, .
 
"The Bible IS an interesting book," said the Story Girl, coming to Peter's rescue. "And there are magnificent stories in it—yes, Felicity, MAGNIFICENT. If the world doesn't come to an end I'll tell you the story of Ruth next Sunday—or look here! I'll tell it anyhow. That's a promise. Wherever we are next Sunday............