"Is such a thing possible in a Christian land?
Oh, how I have neglected my duty to the Church! Come back with me to Bruntsea, and my son shall do it.

The church there is under my orders, I should hope; and we will have a dinner party afterward.

What a horrible neglect of duty!" "But how could I help it ?" I exclaimed, with some terror at Major Hockin's bristling hair.

"I can not remember--I am sure I can not say.
It may have been done in France, or somewhere, if there was no time in England.

At any rate, my father is not to be blamed." "Papistical baptism is worse than none," the Major said, impressively.
"Never mind, my dear, we will make that all right.