For a moment she wavered -- oh , she could not go against Judith ! She was all but turning back to her room when Lionel Hezekiah came running in , and paused to look at her admiringly . `` You look just bully , Aunt Salome , '' he said . `` Where are you going ? '' `` Do n't use that word , Lionel Hezekiah , '' pleaded Salome . `` I 'm going to church . '' `` Take me with you , '' said Lionel Hezekiah promptly . Salome shook her head . `` I ca n't , dear . Your Aunt Judith would n't like it . Perhaps she will let you go after a while . Now do be a good boy while I am away , wo n't you ? Do n't do any naughty things . '' `` I wo n't do them if I know they 're naughty , '' conceded Lionel Hezekiah . `` But that 's just the trouble ; I do n't know what 's naughty and what ai n't . Prob ` ly if I went to Sunday school I 'd find out . '' Salome limped out of the yard and down the lane bordered by its asters and goldenrod . Fortunately the church was just outside the lane , across the main road ; but Salome found it hard to cover even that short distance . She felt almost exhausted when she reached the church and toiled painfully up the aisle to her mother 's old pew . She laid her crutch on the seat , and sank into the corner by the window with a sigh of relief .
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