Chapter 30

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​⁠The Whitsun garlands that had so gaily wound about the pillars of Roupell Church have long ago been taken down, dead and faded. Poor Peggy has once again stood all day on her ladder, and decked aisle and chancel and font and altar with the manifold roses and the May lilies that by Trinity Sunday are bountifully ready to her hand. Once again has Mrs. Evans sat in a pew and helped her with moral sua