Thirty
miles! what sort of roads? Not bad for wagons. It only took two
days to get there if the river was not in flood. Had she not been
married there? Yes, they all rode in thither for the purpose. Was
it the nearest church, then? There was one only nine miles off, to
which papa went when there was service--one Sunday in three, "for he
is an Episcopalian, you know."
"And not your mother?" asked Cecil.
"I don't think she was at home," said Anne.
"Then had you a Presbyterian Kirk?" asked Cecil, remembering that in
Scotland gentle blood and Anglicanism did not go together as
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.
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