Color, stir,--and distinction, you
understand."
"Is Winnebago ritualistic?"
"Not very. While I was there a young 'priest,' an offshoot from the
cathedral, started up a new parish in one of the industrial outskirts. He
was quite earnest and eloquent and put up a fine service; but nobody except
his own father and mother went to hear him preach."
Mrs. Phillips returned to the Sisterhood house.
"Are they nice girls?" she asked acutely.
"Oh, I guess so. I met two or three of them. Nice girls, yes; just trying
to be a little different. Here's the boat-house, and some of the fellows in
their rowing-clothes. Some sail-boats too."
"Can you sail?" asked Amy. She had the cathedral-choir in one hand and now
took the boat-club in the other. She studied both pictures intently, for
both were small and crowded.
"Why, I have all the theory and some of the practice. Those small inland
lakes are tricky, though."
"Probably no worse than ours," said Mrs. Phillips. "Do help poor Amy," she
went on. "_Are_ you in either of these groups?"
"No. Didn't I tell you I was trying to get away from the personal? I'm not
in any of these pictures.
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