"I'm glad to hear it. It's a high and a holy and a happy perrivelege to belong to the church and enjoy the means of grace. I trust you live up to your perriveleges?"
"Live what?" asked Ethel.
"Live up to your perriveleges," repeated Tozer—"attend on all the means of grace—be often at the assembling of yourself together."
"The assembling of myself together? I don't think I quite get your meaning," said Ethel.
"Meeting, you know—church-meeting."
"Oh yes; I didn't understand. Oh yes, I always go to church."
"That's right," said Tozer, with a sigh of relief; "and I suppose, now, you feel an interest in the cause of missions?"
"Missions? Oh, I don't know. The Roman Catholics practice that to some extent, and several of my friends say they feel benefit from a mission once a year; but for my part I have not yet any very decided leanings to Roman Catholicism."
"Oh, dear me, dear me!" cried Tozer, "that's not what I mean at all; I mean Protestant missions to the heathen, you know."
"I beg your pardon," said Ethel. "I thought you were referring to something else."