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parts of the country, from Maine to California, from Minnesota to Louisiana; but the pulpit in which she felt most truly at home was that of the Church of the Disciples.
Mr. Clarke had first welcomed her there: his successor, Charles Gordon Ames, became in turn her valued friend and pastor.
The congregation were all her friends.
On Sundays they gathered round her after service, with greetings and kind words.
She was ready enough to respond.
“Congregationing,” as she called this little function, was her delight; after listening devoutly to the sermon, there was always a reaction to her gayest mood.
Her spirit came to church with folded hands of prayer, but departed on dancing feet.
Sometimes she reproached herself with over-friskiness; but mostly she was too wise for this, and let the sun shine when and where it would.
She preached many times in the Church of the Disciples.
The white-clad figure, the clasped hands, the upturned face shining with the inner light, will be remembered by some who read these pages.
End of volume 1.
Houghton Mifflin Company, Boston and New York. 1916.
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