"It's in better taste for church, anyhow.

You're going to church, aren't you ?" "Yes.

Are you ?" "No.

I've got a luncheon engagement." "Well, you could go to church first, couldn't you?
You better; you've got a lot of church absences against you." "Then one more won't hurt.

No church in mine this morning, thanks! G'by, ole sox; see you at the 'frat house' for dinner." He went forth, whistling syncopations, and began a brisk trudge into the open country.