It's undeniably a poor Church, a poor Church, and I hope we may all live to witness its downfall.

It must have been a hard day for you, Mrs.Lane, when Phebe went over to it.

I never forgave old Mr.White for receiving her into it; I never did, indeed." Phebe only smiled.
"Humph!" said Mrs.Lane, biting off a thread.

"Phebe may go where she likes, for all me, so long as only she goes.

Baptist I was bred, and Baptist I'll be buried; but it's with churches as with teas, I say.