"Churches are so used, in these days!" I remarked. "Yes," the minister agreed; "but not without the sympathy and coöperation of the leading members of the congregation!" That suburban town is not one to which I am a frequent visitor. More than a year passed before I found myself again in the pleasant home of the minister. "I must go to my Three-Meals-a-Day Club," my hostess said shortly after my arrival on Saturday afternoon. "Wouldn't you like to go with me?" "What is it, and where does it meet?" I asked. "It is a girls' housekeeping class," answered the minister's wife; "and it meets in the church." "The church?" I exclaimed. "So the 'leading spirits' have agreed to having it used for 'settlement' work! How did you win them over?" "We didn't," she replied; "they won themselves over,--or rather the little children of one of them did it." When I urged her to tell me how, she said, "We are invited to that 'leading spirit's' house to dinner to-morrow; and you can find out for yourself, then." It proved to bean easy thing to discover. "I am glad to see that, since you have no parish-house, you are using your church for parish-house activities," I made an early occasion to say to our hostess, after dinner, on the Sunday. "You were not using it in that way when I was here last; it is something very new, isn't it?" "It is, my dear," said our hostess,--one of those of his flock whom the minister had described as "conservatives of the strictest type"; "'very new' are the exact words with which to speak of it!" "How did it happen?" I asked.