“I don't agree with you there.”
“Well, it don't make no difference whether you do or not. She's got to go.”
“Go?” echoed Douglas.
“Yes, sir-e-bob. We've made up our minds to that.”
“And who do you mean by 'we'?”
“The members of this congregation,” replied Strong, impatiently.
“Am I to understand that YOU are speaking for THEM?” There was a deep frown between the young pastor's eyes. He was beginning to be perplexed.
“Yes, and as deacon of this church.”
“Then, as deacon of this church, you tell the congregation for me that that is MY affair.”
“Your affair!” shouted Strong. “When that girl is living under the church's roof, eating the church's bread!”