It was not until the hour for leaving Millerstown, when Margaret was taken by her hostess to an upstairs' bedroom to rearrange her hair before starting, that she and Hiram's wife were given an opportunity for a word together. What, then, was her chagrin to have Lizzie at once take up her husband's eulogistic harangue where he had left it off.
"Daniel and Jennie and Sadie always say their New Munich preacher seems so slow and uninteresting after they've heard Hiram. I guess you'll think, too, next Sunday, their minister's a poor preacher towards what Hiram is."
"I don't go to church every Sunday. To tell you the truth, Lizzie, I'm not awfully fond of sermons."
"Oh, ain't you? I do like a good sermon, the kind Hiram preaches."
"You never get tired of them?"
"Not of Hiram's," said Lizzie, shocked.
"Of course not of Hiram's," Margaret hastily concurred.
"Does Danny insist you go along to the U. B. Church, or do you attend the Episcopal?"
"The Episcopalians are trying to gather me into their fold and Daniel seems to want me to go there."
"It's so much more tony than at the U. B. Church," nodded Lizzie understandingly. "Yes, Danny often said already that if he hadn't a brother that is a U. B. preacher, he'd join to the Episcopals. But it wouldn't look nice for him to leave the U. B's when Hiram's minister of the U. B. Church, would it?"