"I should think you do" said Sylvia "I never felt so dirty in my life—why there is a church Leslie"
"Yes I know but I mean to buy you a white veil and a piece of lace" said Leslie "here is a shilling get what you can"
Sylvia hurried across the road and soon returned with a yard of book muslin for a veil and 1/2 a yard of furniture lace.
"That will do" said Leslie and they entered the church.
A middle aged man was busy lighting the church lamps and stared hopelessly as the couple entered.
"Please are you the clergyman?" asked Leslie.
"No" said the man "Mr. Roberts who is sorting surplices in the vestry is the parson."
"Can we speak to him" said Leslie quietly
"Yes sir" replied the man opening the vestry door.
"Oh are you the clergyman?" said Leslie to a tall dark man who was just folding up some clean linen.