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Show Ida's Sabbath 10Q " I t looks like she's all right," said Milly. "See, her eyes are opening. You can't keep a good woman down." "Ida is the only decent organist in a hundred mile radius," said Morris, "She had me worried." "She had me worried too," said Brother Bassett. Ida stared up at the huddle over her and at the redness of Milly's jacket. She clutched the handkerchief that had been tucked neatly in her pink pocket, that was covered with wet-water, perspiration, some blood. "The steeple and now you, Sister Rossiter," said Bishop Jensen. "What next?" "You've hurt your head, Ida," said Milly, bending over her and stroking Ida's cheek. "You must have hit i t on the edge of the chair." "I'm okay. I'm fine," she said, struggling to her feet. And then she remembered. She jerked her dress down around her knees and held i ts hem tight to her legs, praying that no one had discovered her, afraid to look into anyone's eyes. "What's the closing song," asked Ida anxiously, s t i l l doubled over. "Do you have the page number, Bishop?" "Ida," said the Bishop who always depended on her to know those things, "you posted i t on the hymn board. There i t is. See?" "Just tell me the page, please." "But, Ida," said Morris, " i t ' s page 48. You've never needed the book before, why now?" "Please don't ask me, Morris," she said as she s l id onto the organ bench, opened her blue hymnal and started to play the introduction to "God Moves in a Mysterious Way." |