“By turns, Savannah felt that the day was rushing toward her and then that it was crawling toward her. Sometimes she thought it was receding. Some moments it would never come, and other times it was almost upon her.”
Self-Awareness . . .
“Well, he would be a fool if he weren’t, honey. And he is no fool. How could he not be after you? I thought we put a mirror in your room. Did you break it?”
And Some of the Streets Are Narrow
“She was also delighted to be talking about a subject like music in the church, and not about another subject that might set her emotions to rioting in the streets.”
Or Maybe a Bit Slower
“The woman who did play for the church, Mrs. Addie Bradshaw, was nowhere near as adept as Savannah had been that night, and as far as anyone could tell, had only one speed, which was moderately slow.”
A Common Mistake
“They had no notions beyond the rudiments of roaring the melody—the other lines of music in the hymnal they just assumed to be footings and pylons for the higher notes. Musicians fooled around with things like those. Nobody was supposed to sing them.”
Attributes in Tension
“‘I take your meaning,’ he continued. ‘Or at least I think I do. A gentle and quiet spirit, truly such as Peter describeth—a real Christian. As well as a spitfire and a beautiful hellcat, as per Paul in Titus 2.’”
But Seminary Can’t Cover Everything
“Pastor Thomas walked toward Savannah, but a little uncertainly. There had been nothing in seminary about this kind of thing at all. She was plainly a firecracker, a pippin, a beautiful volcano.”
An Ominous Silence
“It seemed to her like that moment when a toddler crashes in the next room, and nothing follows but an eerie silence. Experienced parents know that the child is busy gathering up all the available oxygen in the room, and a wail of wails may be expected presently.”
Nice Having a Friend
“Nevertheless, the sun shone in a way that promised a good friendship for the rest of the day. Savannah promised her friendship in return, and set out confidently.”
As Heathen as That
“But whatever church he wound up joining, the pastor of it would have his hands full—Mr. Lambeth is as fully heathen as the king of the Amalekites.”