When Many are One

Mrs. Van was early as usual. She walked slowly toward an old building. It was old, but the green grass on the sloping lawn all around seemed to garb it with dignity. It stood a little apart from the house around it and the whiteness of its pillars and the color and design of its windows seemed to shout that this was not merely another building, but that this was a church. Its brick walls, standing so stern and erect, seemed to break forth into speech and the heavy brown doors seemed to be eager...