He laughed.
"We will go, Elsie," he said. "You shall pass upon his merits or de-merits as usual, and I will simply curb your impetuosity in whatever direction you may argue—also, as usual."
So the following morning, which happened to be Sunday, instead of casting our eyes through the voluminous newspapers, we disposed ourselves to thoughts of church, a novelty to both of us, I am sorry, though obliged, to confess.
This home of sensationalism was a very modern-looking building—as, of course, was appropriate. I was surprised when I found that it was a church, so extremely secular was its appearance.
It was situated a long way from our hotel, but in what street I cannot remember, though I am quite sure it was above Fortieth Street and below Fiftieth.
Crowds of people were entering the building as we reached it—exquisitely dressed women, black clad respectable looking men, and comely children in all their Sunday finery. I was told that this was a distinctly American congregation. It was
