"Do you have a choir?" asked Maude.
"We can't afford one, but we have good congregational singing."
"I'm glad of that," said Maude. "I hate these paid choirs with their
names and portraits in the Sunday papers."
"I shall take the carryall and go for Uncle Ike. It is a beautiful
morning and you will all enjoy the walk," Quincy added.
Uncle Ike, at first, gave a decided negative. "I haven't been inside
a church for many a year and it's too late to begin now."
"That's no argument at all," said Quincy. "But my principal reason
for wishing you to go is so you can see the people that your hospital
is going to benefit one of these days."
"But these preachers use such highfalutin' language, and so many
'firstlies' and 'secondlies' I lose my hold on the text."
"Mr. Gay is a common, everyday sort of man, does not pose when out of
his pulpit, and never talks over the heads of his audience."
"How do you know all that?"
"I sit with him at table, and I've studied him. Then he told us not
to expect a city sermon for he used simple language, and they have
congregational singing."
"Well, I'll go--this once," said Uncle Ike, and Quincy assisted him
in making his preparations. On their way to the church they passed
two couples--Alice and Mrs. Hawkins, and Maude and Mr. Merry. Mr.
Jonas Hawkins could not leave home for he was afraid the cats would
carry off his last brood of chickens.
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