So they boarded up
the galleries and let the ceiling down flat, and if we go up thar we can
see the other old round ceiling, William."
So they went up the narrow stairs from the door, and came into the tubes
of galleries all closed from the congregation, and there, sitting down
in the obscurity, the preacher passed his arm around Rhoda's waist.
"Take keer," she said; "maybe you was predestined to be lost yer. I'm
skeered to be up yer half in the dark, even with a good man."
Nevertheless, she came a little closer to him, and looked into his eyes
with her arch, demure ones. The young rector suddenly kissed her.
"You've brought it on yourself, Rhoda, by looking so pretty in this
stern old place of creeds and catechisms. Could you love me if I asked
you?"
"You couldn't love me true, William. Your heart is in t'other old church
among the bats and foxes, where Aunt Vesty sits this minute."
"No, my sorrow is there, Rhoda. I am trying to build a nest for my
heart. We all must love."
"William, I don't think a young man in love can remember so much history
when he's sittin' in the dark by his gal."
"Love among the ruins is always melancholy, Rhoda."
"Yes, William, and your love comes out of 'em: the ruins of your old
first love. I couldn't make you happy."
"Try," said William; "my fancy wavers towards you. You are a beautiful
girl."
"Yes," said Rhoda, practically, "it's time I was gittin' married.
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