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Aunt Graves was a very useful body in her way, and the Puddleford church could not have spared her any more than
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Father Beals. She was an old maid, and had been a member of the log-chapel from its beginning. She was one of those sincere souls that really believed that there was but one church in the world, and that was her own. She felt a kind of horror when she read of other denominations having an actual existence, and wondered