The influx of mill operatives and mechanics from Cottonton in search of a breathing place after a hard day's work, had led to the building up of the territory north of Pettingill Street and east of Montrose Avenue. This fact had led to the erection of the Rev. Mr. Gay's church in the extreme northern part of the town, but near to both Montrose town and Cottonton city.
“We are all coming to your church this morning, Mr. Gay,” said Quincy at breakfast.
“I shall be glad to see you, but you must not expect a city service. The majority, in fact all, of my parishioners are common people, and I use plain language to them.”
“I think simplicity in devotional exercises much more effective than an ornate service,” said Alice.
“Do you have a choir?” asked Maude.
“We can't afford one, but we have good congregational singing.”
“I'm glad of that,” said Maude. “I hate these paid choirs with their names and portraits in the Sunday papers.”
“I shall take the carryall and go for Uncle Ike. It is a beautiful morning and you will all enjoy the walk,” Quincy added.
Uncle Ike, at first, gave a decided negative. “I haven't been inside a church for many a year and it's too late to begin now.”
“That's no argument at all,” said Quincy. “But my principal reason for wishing you to go is so you can see the people that your hospital is going to benefit one of these days.”