Church Sociable

"Isn't it quaint," he turned and said to me, "To watch these village people at the fair?" But I had seen too often what was there; I shrugged impatience at his inquiry.... I was a child again, and Mrs. Lee And other members of The Ladies'id, At tables on the lawn, in meek parde, Were serving cakes and glasses of iced-tea. I hated this weak pomp of charity, This pauper's feast to aid the stricken poor. I watched these too-thin ladies seek their door In sweetly pious insincerity; Holding themselves so righteously done, Turning their Christian backs on Mrs. Cohn.