uniformly as she believed them to do in England.

"There was one at Schneyder's Kloof, but that was Dutch."

"Then did you go nowhere?" asked Cecil.

"There was Mr. Pilgrim's."

"A clergyman?"

"No, a settler. He used to pray and expound every Sunday."

"What does he call himself?" said Cecil, growing more severe.

"I don't know," said Anne. "He gathers together a little flock of
all denominations, who only care to hear the word."

"Such a voice in the wilderness as often does good service," said
Julius, with a perception that the side with which he least agreed
best deserved support.

He and Rosamond were bent on a tour of parochial inspection, as were
Raymond and Cecil on a more domestic one, beginning with the
gardens.

Cecil was the first lady down-stairs, all in claret colour trimmed
with gray fur, with a little fur and velvet cap upon her head.

"There! it is a clear morning, and you can see the view," said
Raymond, opening the hall door.