"The other night I think I reached the climax of my fall into disfavor. You know these summer evenings at the Mission we take the organ and hymn books and go out before the door and have a street meeting. Well, on this occasion our open-air meeting was in full swing and our usual score of auditors were lined up in the gutters and everywhere to hear. Mr. McBride had announced 'The best Friend to have is Jesus,' and was himself swinging his arms and singing lustily, while I played and pumped the panting little instrument and sang as loudly as I could, too. Suddenly there turned down the street a handsome automobile (I don't know why, for they never go down that street) and in it the Misses Steele and Miss Proudfeather from Baltimore. To crown it all, with them was seated my precious Cousin Dick! Our poor little crowd huddled aside to let them pass. They all saw me and Dick took off his hat with great ceremony; but the ladies evidently thought they would spare me the mortification of a recognition under the circumstances. I couldn't help laughing within myself, though it was a bit embarrassing. Dick was hilarious over it. He evidently sees nothing improper in it, but a very good joke. He says he expects to hear me preaching there yet. I told him it might be to his benefit if he did." Both laughed. "But just think, Adele," said Winifred, "how infinitely better to be in that little street crowd _with the Lord_, than driving about in the finest motor car without Him!" "Yes!" cried Adele, "I wouldn't trade places for worlds!" "I should think not," said Winifred, with scorn of the idea. Adele was finding out, like her friend, that the way of the cross brings separation, and she had her own peculiar tests as to faithful witnessing. Her merry-hearted cousin drew her out in words more frequently than any other, and plied her with questions concerning this new type of religion. "It's no new sort of religion at all," she insisted. "It's just the old sort you read of in the New Testament--and the prayer-book! Only I am afraid I never really had it before--or it had not really got me. If people would only be sincere, Dick, you would find it is the same sort." "I do not think the ordinary sort is much good," said Dick, with the air of a connoisseur in religions. It was to be lamented that the present incumbent at St. John's had not met with the young man's very hearty favor. The freshly introduced intoning struck him humorously. He imitated it in ordinary remarks about the house. "Where's--my--hat?" he inquired in a whining chant, after the manner of the unfortunate rector's plaintively intoned "Let us pray." Adele, always alive to the ridiculous, laughed; but still she wished he would not be irreverent.