what as if
the new broom were at the bottom of these congratulations.

The schools were to be used for services until a temporary iron
church could be obtained, for which Julius, to make up for his
churlishness in withholding his own church, made the handsomer
donation, and held out hopes of buying it afterwards for the use of
Squattles End. Then, having Mr. Fuller's ear to himself, he
ventured to say, though cautiously, as to one who had been a
clergyman before he was born, "I wish it were possible to dispense
with this bazaar."

Mr. Fuller shrugged his shoulders. "If every one subscribed in the
style of this family."

"They would be more likely to do so, without the appeal to secondary
motives."

"Try them," said the elder man.

"Exactly what I want to do. I would put up the four walls, begin
with what you get from the insurance, a weekly offertory, and add
improvements as means came in. This is not visionary. I have seen
proof of its success."

"It may serve in new-fashioned city missions, but in an old-
established place like this it would create nothing but offence.
When you have been in Orders as long as I have, you will find that
there is nothing for it but to let people do what they will, not
what one thinks best."

"Mr. Fuller," said Julius, eagerly, "will you try an experiment?
Drop this bazaar, and I promise you our collection every Sunday
evening for the year, giving notice of it to my people, and to such
of yours as may be present."

"I do not despise your offer," said Mr. Fuller, laying his hand upon
his arm. "You mean it kindly, and if I were in your place, or had
only my own feelings to consider, I might attempt it. But it would
be only mischievous to interfere with the bazaar. Lady Tyrrell--all
the ladies, in fact--have set their minds on it, and if I objected
there would instantly be a party cry against me, and that is the one
thing I have always avoided."

His tone of superior wisdom, meek and depressed as he always was,
tried the Rector's patience enough to make his forehead burn and
bring out his white eyebrows in strong relief. "How about a
blessing on the work?" he asked, suppressing so much that he hardly
knew this was spoken aloud.

Again Mr. Fuller smiled. He had been a bit of a humorist when he
was an Oxford don. "Speak of that to Briggs," he said, "and he
would answer, 'Cash for me, and the blessing may take care of
itself.' As to the ladies--why, they deafen you a