"Well, no; I don't call myself a priest. I'm a minister of the Gospel."
"Well, you're not a real priest, then."
"All men of my calling are real priests—yes, priests and kings. I yield to no man in the estimate which I set upon my high and holy calling."
"Oh, but I mean a Roman Catholic priest," said Minnie.
"A Roman Catholic priest! Me! Why, what a question! Me! a Roman Catholic! Why, in our parts folks call me the Protestant Champion."
"Oh, and so you're only a Protestant, after all," said Minnie, in a disappointed tone.
"Only a Protestant!" repeated Tozer, severely—"only a Protestant. Why, ain't you one yourself?"
"Oh yes; but I hoped you were the other priest, you know. I did so want to have a Roman Catholic priest this time."
Tozer was silent. It struck him that this young lady was in danger. Her wish for a Roman Catholic priest boded no good. She had just come from Rome. No doubt she had been tampered with. Some Jesuits had caught her, and had tried to proselytize her. His soul swelled with indignation at the thought.
"Oh dear!" said Minnie again.