and his looks."

"He is VERY comely, Mrs. Dr. dear, and when all is said and done,
I DO like to see a well-looking man in the pulpit," broke in
Susan, thinking it was time she asserted herself again.

"Besides," said Miss Cornelia, "we were anxious to get settled.
And Mr. Meredith was the first candidate we were all agreed on.
Somebody had some objection to all the others. There was some
talk of calling Mr. Folsom. He was a good preacher, too, but
somehow people didn't care for his appearance. He was too dark
and sleek."

"He looked exactly like a great black tomcat, that he did, Mrs.
Dr. dear," said Susan. "I never could abide such a man in the
pulpit every Sunday."

"Then Mr. Rogers came and he was like a chip in porridge--neither
harm nor good," resumed Miss Cornelia. "But if he had preached
like Peter and Paul it would have profited him nothing, for that
was the day old Caleb Ramsay's sheep strayed into church and gave
a loud 'ba-a-a' just as he announced his text. Everybody
laughed, and poor Rogers had no chance after that. Some thought
we ought to call Mr. Stewart, because he was so well educated.
He could read the New Testament in five languages."

"But I do not think he was any surer than other men of getting to
heaven because of that," interjected Susan.

"Most of us didn't like his delivery," said Miss Cornelia,