_Jennie._--"Yes, indeed; who but ourselves? I can assure you I am very disappointed. Where is the realisation of all the promises our dear minister used to hold out to us?... The kingdom of heaven is England's inheritance; we are the chosen of the Lord ... and I don't know what else.... It looks to me as if anybody could get in.... It is very mixed, to say the least. We are treated just like anybody else ... positively if I was not seated between a Cardinal and a Zulu at the Seraphim's concert last night!" _Susie._--"Can it be possible?" _Jennie._--"It is a fact ... I have even been assured ... but I'll never believe it unless I see it ... that there were.... But, just look how everyone is crowding towards the great entrance gate ... who can have arrived?" Surely enough the noise of trumpets, tambourines, cornets, concertinas, a frightful hubbub, had just burst on the ears of the elect, who were rushing to the gate to find out the meaning of these sounds, so strange in those regions of rest and harmony. In the midst of the crowd of new-comers was to be seen a woman brandishing an umbrella, gesticulating, vociferating, and appearing to be in a state of great indignation. Saint Peter had just made his way through the agitated crowd. _Saint Peter._--"My children, calm yourselves, I beg. And you, madam, come in quietly, please; we allow no such noises here. What is it you want?" _Mrs. Bull._--"Well, I never! you seem to take a very high tone with me, I fancy; who are you to speak to me like that?" _Saint Peter._--"I am Saint Peter; and you?" _Mrs. B._--"Indeed! and what if you are? Do you think you are going to have it all your own way here? Do you know that I am a Field-Marshal of the Salvation Army?" _Saint Peter._--"Madam; not so loud, pray." _Mrs. B._--"Six thousand soldiers under my orders. We will see if I am to be treated anyhow. The idea! A pretty reception for a woman like me!" _Saint Peter._--"Will you listen to me a moment?" _Mrs. B._--"A contributor to the _War Cry_, the official gazette of the elect ... a million copies printed every week ... three-hundred thousand pounds receipts ... original inventor of the _blood-and-fire_ pomade and tooth paste ... admiral of the Salvation Fleet." _Saint Peter._--"Can you spare a moment that I may put in...." _Mrs. B._--"Barracks all over England ... allies all over the world." _Saint Peter._--"Will you allow me to...." _Mrs. B._--"It is easy to see that nobody reads the papers here, or you would all know who I am. Who am I indeed! (_turning to her suite_). Did you ever hear such a thing? Who am I?" _Saint Peter._--"But, once more, madam...." _Mrs. B._--"Wait a minute, I will just introduce you to my staff ... you will see who I am ... who we are.... Sallie, speak to the gentleman." _Saint Peter._--"But I have no time to listen to...." _Happy Sallie._--"I am the American tambourinist.... I rescue souls _tambour battant_."