temporal immortality," he said, fearing he had been guilty of a
heresy.

"If I could have the whole window to myself, I would give you
fifty pounds, your reverence."

The priest had no idea she had saved as much money as that.

"The hins have been very good to me, your reverence, and I would
like to put up the window in the new church better than in the old
church."

"But I've got no money, my good woman, to build the church."

"Ah, won't your reverence go to America and get the money. Aren't
our own kith and kin over there, and aren't they always willing to
give us money for our churches."

The priest spoke to her about statues, and suggested that perhaps
a statue would be a more permanent gift, but the old woman knew
that stained glass was more permanent, and that it could be
secured from breakage by means of wire netting.

"Do you know, Biddy, it will require three or four thousand pounds
to build a new church. If I go to America and do my best to get
the money, how much will you help me with?"

"Does your reverence mean for the window?"

"No, Biddy, I was thinking of the church itself."