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Book, page 321 / 351 I've fallen, and risen, and fallen, and got up and tried again, but never until now have I felt that I could really 'fly to the uttermost parts of the earth.' There is a rising power in me that should benefit more than myself. I guess I'll just join in." She walked into the church as the last word of the song the congregation were singing was finished, and the minister was opening his lips to say: "Let us pray." Straight down the aisle came Kate, her bare, gold head crowned with a flash of light at each window she passed. She paused at the altar, directly facing the minister. "Baby and I would like the privilege of praising the Lord with you," she said simply, "and we would like to do our share in keeping up this church and congregation to His honour and glory. There's some water. Can't you baptize us now?" The minister turned to the pitcher, which always stood on his desk, filled his palm, and asked: "What is the baby's name?" "Katherine Eleanor Peters," said Kate. "Katherine Eleanor, I baptize thee," said the minister, and he laid his hand on the soft curls of the baby. She scattered the flowers she was holding over the altar as she reached to spat her hands in the water on her head and laughed aloud. "What is your name?" asked the minister. "Katherine Eleanor Holt," said Kate. Again the minister repeated the formula, and then he raised both hands and said: "Let us pray." THE WINGED VICTORY KATE turned and placing the baby on the front seat, she knelt and put her arms around the little thing, but her lips only repeated
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