"Waiting for the resurrection!" says I. "How can you say that, E. E., when our Lord was resurrected almost nineteen hundred years ago?"
"Oh!" says she, shaking her head and whispering, "that was so; but the body of Christ is there this minute, under the flowers."
"Cousin E. E., are you crazy? Do you believe that in earnest?"
"I do," says she a-folding her hands and dropping down her head.
"But how—how can it be?"
"I cannot explain, dear cousin; but it is so. It is, indeed."
"E. E., are you a Roman Catholic?—do they believe that?"
"Every one of 'em."
"And are you a Roman Catholic?"
"Not yet," says she; "you know well enough that I belong to the Episcopal Church; but my pilgrimage is not ended."