The gates ajar. By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps.

222 The Gates Ajar.
XV.
Sunday.
Faith has behaved like a witch all day.
She knocked down three crickets and six
hymn-books in church this morning, and this
afternoon horrified the assembled and devout
congregation by turning round in the middle
of the long prayer, and, in a loud and distinct
voice, asking Mrs. Quirk for "'nother those
pepp'mints such as you gave me one Sunday
a good many years ago, you'member." After
church, her mother tried a few Bible questions
to keep her still.
"Faith, who was Christ's father?"
"Jerusalem! " said Faith, promptly.
" Where did' his parents take Jesus when
they fled from Herod?"
"0, to Europe. Of course I knew that!
Everybody goes to Europe."
To-night, when her mother had put her to
bed, she came down laughing.
"Faith does seem to have a hard time with