The ringing of the bell for Sunday-school relieved Cordelia Running Birdof the torment she was undergoing. Conversation was suspended, and thegirls put on their hoods and marched in a procession to theschool-house, guided by the teachers.

Cordelia had a trying hour in Sunday-school. The middle-sized little childs,her companions in the yellow mother's class, indulged in frequentwhispering at her expense and kept very deep silence when she tried to leadthe class, as she was wont, in reading reference verses and in concertrecitation of the memory verses and the Golden Text. Thus it happenedthat she read a reference verse alone, in faltering accents, with theeyes of all the class upon her: