The Brocks had a long pew at the top of the church. The pew had an opulent cushion and footstool upholstered in crimson. On Sunday mornings Mrs. Brock, stiff and demure, sat at the far end of the pew, and Robert Brock, comfortable and paternal, at the other. The much-curled heads of six little Brocks bobbed between—handsome, well dressed children. Mr Brock was a business man of integrity. He was also church warden. In…
It was noon. Save for an attendant or two, the flowers had the great building to themselves. Exquisite hothouse “exotics” stared at wholesome “garden blooms” and claimed no kinship, but the perfume mingled without snobbery, and the smell of the flowershow was one smell, immense, magnificent. Tyler’s lily exhibit occupied the centre of the great hall. Tyler specialized in lilies. Tyler’s Madonna lilies filled the churches at Easter. Potted Madonnas, carefully swathed in transparent…
There was trouble at Bessy’s. Jimmy Jacob brought the yellow “hully-up paper” the last lap of its journey by canoe. His lean, brown hand put it into the hand of Jenny Smith, which was plump and old—also Indian. It was the first wire Jenny had ever seen. Having delivered the paper, Jimmy Jacob sprawled upon the wide uneven planks in front of Jenny’s door, settled his back against the cedar shake wall, and gave…