'Priest ?' says I.'There's a fine big church, with a cross on the ridgepole of it, not five minutes' walk from this house.
I see it as we was comin' up.

Why don't you run down there this minute ?' I says.
"No, she didn't want to leave Archibald.

Suppose he should wake up.
"'All right,' says I.'Then I'll go myself.

And I'll fetch a priest up here if I have to tote him on my back, like the feller does the codfish in the advertisin' picture.' "I didn't have to tote him.

He lived in a mighty fine house, hitched onto the church, and there was half a dozen assistant parsons to help him do his preachin'.