And then he astonished his congregation by saying he would be in his vestry every Saturday evening from six to eight, to accept the tenths of any of his parishioners who liked to bring them to him.
There was great discussion amongst his congregation afterwards.
"I have no patience with these new-fangled notions," said Miss Webb. "Cecil always did ride a hobby, and this money question is utterly ridiculous. We are not Jews, thank goodness!"
"I think he is right," said Mona quietly.
"Oh, of course you do, my dear. He will be able to twist you round his little finger now."
Mona was silent. Jill burst in opportunely—
"I shall take my red bag every Saturday to him, Mona. I wonder if anybody else will be there."
"You and your red bag are at the bottom of it all I do believe, Jill!" said Miss Webb laughing. "This wonderful Bethel of yours is turning every one crazy!"
Jill did not like to be laughed at. She walked on with dignity, and did not mention the subject again.