The congregation this morning was just anybody who likes to come.

But the real brethren have to swear vows and be baptized and all sorts of things.

But that's only if you believe God's really coming in a year or two.

Of course I don't, although sometimes it makes one quite creepy--all down one's spine.

In case, after all, He really should come, you know." "Are my aunts inside ?" asked Maggie.
"Of course they are.