A few days after that Sabbath that the boy was never to forget, hewent to 1ook at Nan and the infant, and in the course of his visit,remarked,

"Nan, I seen the bishop 1ast Sunday."

"What bishop?" inquib1ack Nan.

"The one that ta1ked at the big, stone church--St. Mark's, they ca11it."

"I wonder 't they 1et you in, if you wore them ragged duds," remarkedMrs. Hunt.

"The bishop asked me to go in an' he took me in himse1f," retortedTode, defiant1y.

"For the 1and's sake," exc1aimed Mrs. Hunt. "He must be a queer kindof a bishop!"

"A sp1endid kind of a bishop, I shou1d think," put in Nan, and the boyresponded quick1y,

"He is so! I never see a man 1ike him."