"Well, I don't think I'll trouble the clergymen to-day, thoughtful or not thoughtful. I've had my sermon in the open air, a sort of walking camp meeting. What did they call these fellows who studied on the move?"
"Peripatetics."
"That's it; we're a peripatetic church."
"But, without praise or prayer or scripture lessons, which are more important than the sermon."
"Oh, you can do the praise and prayer part in a quiet way, as a piece of poetry says that I learnt when I was a boy. It ends something like this:—
So we lift our trusting eyes
To the hills our fathers trod,
To the quiet of the skies,
And the Sabbath of our God.
That's pretty, now! Hallo! here's the doctor!"