Miss Salvation Clinker,
Sinner Saved by Grace,
High Street,
Tawborough,
N. Devon.
"What splendid testimony for the postman, zes I, what splendid testimony for the postman!"
"But—" Brother Quappleworthy alone dared a "but," for had not he alone among the Saints achieved the honour of putting real letters after your name? He smiled; with maybe a dash of quiet superiority, with just a seasoning of annoyance, just a nice Christian seasoning, mark you, nothing more. "But—is that a real degree, sister?"
"Rale degree? 'Course 'tis: S.S.G.—Sinner Saved by Grace. None o' yer cheap truck: S.S.G.!"
"Yes, yes; but like B.A. for instance, dear sister?"
"B.A.? I'm a B.A. too."
"You a B.A.?" echoed voices.
"Yes: Born Again!" shouting.
"Quite so, quite so, please God so are we all. But I am talking of earthly degrees."
"Are yer? Wull, I'm a-talking uv 'eavenly ones!"