"You did come back this morning!" he shouted. "I said you would, but Gillian said you couldn't. She said you had gone to visit somebody and you would have to go to church with them, even if you didn't want to stay. But you came! You did come back. Didn't they want you to stay and go to church with them?" Reuben smiled amusedly at the idea of anybody at Glindenwold wanting him to go to church with them. "No," said Reuben. "They are not churchgoing people. So I came back." "Oh," said Noel, "what do they do on Sunday? Just read and take walks?" "Well, I didn't stay to see," he said, smiling, "but I heard them talk about playing tennis and going swimming and seeing a moving picture." "Oh," said Noel gravely, "then they don't know what Sunday is for, do they?" "Is for?" queried Reuben, puzzled. "Yes, they don't know it is like the Lord Jesus' birthday--it's His resurrection day, you know--and we can just spend it with Him and be happy, like Gillian does on my birthday, whenever she doesn't have to work." "No," said Reuben, "I don't suppose they do." "What did they say when you told them about it?" he asked innocently, almost sadly.
