`` Best let 'em alone , as Wherrison says , '' said Abner Keech . `` Do n't see what else we can do , '' said John Wilson shortly . * * * * * On Sunday morning the men were conscious of a bare , deserted appearance in the church . Mr. Sinclair perceived it himself . After some inward wondering he concluded that it was because there were no flowers anywhere . The table before the pulpit was bare . On the organ a vase held a sorry , faded bouquet left over from the previous week . The floor was ' unswept . Dust lay thickly on the pulpit Bible , the choir chairs , and the pew backs . `` This church looks disgraceful , '' said John Robbins in an angry undertone to his daughter Polly , who was president of the Flower Band . `` What in the name of common sense is the good of your Flower Banders if you ca n't keep the place looking decent ? '' `` There is no Flower Band now , Father , '' whispered Polly in turn . `` We 've disbanded . Women have n't any business to meddle in church matters . You know the session said so . '' It was well for Polly that she was too big to have her ears boxed . Even so , it might not have saved her if they had been anywhere else than in church . Meanwhile the men who were sitting in the choir -- three basses and two tenors -- were beginning to dimly suspect that there was something amiss here too . Where were the sopranos and the altos ? Myra Wilson and Alethea Craig and several other members of the choir were sitting down in their pews with perfectly unconscious faces .
Myra was XXXXX out of the window into the tangled sunlight and shadow of the great maples .
Do concluded held lay looking looks meddle perceived says suspect