But I think he's wrong.

For it seems just to be all the heap of people who are only a little religious who never get any good out of it.

It isn't enough to make them happy whatever happens, and it's just enough to make them uncomfortable if they play cards on a Sunday.

I know I wish I were really good, like Miss Blomfield, and Mr.
Clerke, and Helen.

* * *" It was the year of Miss Blomfield's marriage that Ragged Robin's wife died.