"If the Church was not dumb, it will be found not dumb in the books." "I am afraid the Church was dumb," the Bishop confessed.
"And the Church is dumb to-day." "There I disagree," said the Bishop.
Ernest paused, looked at him searchingly, and accepted the challenge.
"All right," he said.

"Let us see.

In Chicago there are women who toil all the week for ninety cents.

Has the Church protested ?" "This is news to me," was the answer.

"Ninety cents per week! It is horrible!" "Has the Church protested ?" Ernest insisted.
"The Church does not know." The Bishop was struggling hard.
"Yet the command to the Church was, 'Feed my lambs,'" Ernest sneered.
And then, the next moment, "Pardon my sneer, Bishop.