"Is there a Roman Catholic church here?"
"No. But there is one at Cornpool. I know Father John; he is my confessor."
"How often do you confess?"
"I do not like to say," she replied, timidly; "it is not often enough."
"Once a year?"
"Oh, Arthur, no! Once a month."
"So often?"
"So often! I should confess by right once a week. Would you mind me going to Father John?"
"No."
Let me say this concession was only an act of policy. I determined to try to convert her.