"That other man cared so much about his silver service, and this one about his bell—they were both alike, but I don't understand it," said Maggie.
"How would you like your father to have his table set with pewter instead of silver?"
"O Uncle Eden! but that—"
"Or to drive a lame horse in his carriage?"
"But, Uncle Eden—"
"Or to wear a fustian coat?"
"But that's different, Uncle Eden."
"Yes, it is different. This concerns our own things; those matters of the vessels and the bell concerned God's things."
"Then you approve of building very costly churches, sir?" asked Meredith, whose head was running on churches lately.
"No, I do not."