You ought to see the church he goes to when he does go.
I'd about as lief go to a Catholic church myself; I don't see a bit o' difference.

He's the greatest crony with one of their preachers; he dresses just like a priest, and he says he is a priest." She laughed for enjoyment of the fact, and her brother cast down his eyes.
Mrs.March, in her turn, tried to take from it the personal tone which the talk was always assuming.

"Have you been to the fall exhibition ?" she asked Christine; and the girl drew herself up out of the abstraction she seemed sunk in.
"The exhibition ?" She looked at Mrs.Mandel.
"The pictures of the Academy, you know," Mrs.Mandel explained.

"Where I wanted you to go the day you had your dress tried on." "No; we haven't been yet.

Is it good ?" She had turned to Mrs.March again.
"I believe the fall exhibitions are never so good as the spring ones.
But there are some good pictures." "I don't believe I care much about pictures," said Christine.