He drew up his chair nearer to theirs and began to spread his pictures over
the gray and brown pattern on his lap.
"You know I was teaching, last year, at Winnebago," he said. "Here are some
pictures of the place. Science Hall," he began, passing them. "Those
fellows on the front steps must be a graduating class.
"The Cathedral," he continued. "And I think that, somewhere or other, I
have a group-picture of the choir.
"Sisterhood house," he went on. "Two or three of them standing out in
front."
"Sisterhood?" asked Mrs. Phillips, with interest. "What do they do?"
Cope paused. "What do they do, indeed? Well, for one thing, they decorate
the altar--Easter, Harvest home, and so on."
"That isn't much. That doesn't take a house."
"Well, I suppose they visit, and teach. Sort of neighborhood centre.
Headquarters. Most of them, I believe, live at home."
"Dear me! Is Winnebago large enough to require settlement-work?"
"Don't drive me so! I suppose they want to tone in with the cathedral as a
special institution. 'Atmosphere,' you know. Some tracts of our great land
are rather drab and vacant, remember.
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