The minister's head was bent low, his eyes gazed into vacancy, and from the movements of his lips and from the fact that he carried a leather case of notes, he was plainly on his way to his philosophical lecture.

But the rector had no time to muse upon the abstracted appearance of his rival.

For, as always happened to him, he was no sooner upon the street than his parish work of the day began.

In fact, he had hardly taken a dozen steps after passing Dr.
McTeague when he was brought up standing by two beautiful parishioners with pink parasols.
"Oh, Mr.Furlong," exclaimed one of them, "so fortunate to happen to catch you; we were just going into the rectory to consult you.

Should the girls--for the lawn tea for the Guild on Friday, you know--wear white dresses with light blue sashes all the same, or do you think we might allow them to wear any coloured sashes that they like?
What do you think ?" This was an important problem.