"Besides, Jennie," said I--for I really had no faith in the financial
argument--"this is a Presbyterian church and we are
Congregationalists."

"It is a church of Christ, John," said Jennie soberly, "and we, I
hope, are Christians more than Congregationalists."

That was the last that was said. But the next morning I carried down
with me, to New York, a letter addressed to the clerk of the
Broadway Tabernacle, asking for letters of dismission and
recommendation to the Calvary Presbyterian church at Wheathedge. And
so commenced our parish life.






CHAPTER IV.

The Real Presence.





"JENNIE," said I, "I don't believe in Mr. Work's sermon this
morning, do you?"

"I don't think I do, John; but to be candid I did not hear a great