This, to the lady behind him, partook of the nature of an affront to her minister.

Consequently she considered it her duty to arouse the snoozing McFettridge with a vigorous poke in the small of the back.
The effect was instantaneously apparent.

As if her insistent finger had touched a button and released an electric current, Mr.McFettridge's sagging form shot convulsively into rigidity, and impinging violently upon the peacefully slumbering Mr.Boggs on the extreme end of the bench, toppled him over into the aisle.
The astonished Boggs, finding himself thus deposited upon the floor, and beholding the irate face of Mr.McFettridge glooming down upon him, and fancying him to be the cause of his present humiliating position, sprang to his feet, swung a violent blow upon Mr.Fettridge's ear, exclaiming sotto voce: "Take that, will you! And mind your own business! You were sleeping yourself, anyway!" Before the astonished and enraged Mr.McFettridge could gather his wits sufficiently for action, there rang over the astonished congregation a peal of boyish laughter.

It was from the minister.

A few irrepressible youngsters joined in the laugh; the rest of the congregation, however, were held rigid in the grip of a shocked amazement.
"Oh, I say! do forgive me, Mr.McFettridge!" cried the young man at the desk.