"It is so, an' a very good name it be," declared Twitt, stoutly--"For if all the bobbins' an' scrapins' an' crosses an' banners aint a sort o' jinkin' Lord Mayor's show, then what be they? It's fair oaffish to bob to the east as them 'Igh Jinkers does, for we aint never told in the Gospels that th' Almighty 'olds that partikler quarter o' the wind as a place o' residence. The Lord's everywhere,--east, west, north, south,--why he's with us at this very minute!"--and Twitt raised his eyes piously to the heavens--"He's 'elpin' you an' me to draw the breath through our lungs--for if He didn't 'elp, we couldn't do it, that's certain. An' if He makes the sun to rise in the east, He makes it to sink in the west, an' there's no choice either way, an' we sez our prayers simple both times o' day, not to the sun at all, but to the Maker o' the sun, an' of everything else as we sees. No, no!--no 'Igh Jinks for me!--I don't want to bow to no East when I sees the Lord's no more east than He's west, an' no more in either place than He is here, close to me an' doin' more for me than I could iver do for myself. 'Igh Jinks is unchristin,--as unchristin as cremation, an' nothin's more unchristin than that!" "Why, what makes you think so?" asked Helmsley, surprised. "What makes me think so?" And Twitt drew himself up with a kind of reproachful dignity--"Now, old David, don't go for to say as _you_ don't think so too?" "Cremation unchristian? Well, I can't say I've ever thought of it in that light,--it's supposed to be the cleanest way of getting rid of the dead----" "Gettin' rid of the dead!"--echoed Twitt, almost scornfully--"That's what ye can never do! They'se everywhere, all about us, if we only had strong eyes enough to see 'em. An' cremation aint Christin. I'll tell ye for why,"--here he bent forward and tapped his two middle fingers slowly on Helmsley's chest to give weight to his words--"Look y'ere! Supposin' our Lord's body 'ad been cremated, where would us all a' bin? Where would a' bin our 'sure an' certain 'ope' o' the resurrection?" Helmsley was quite taken aback by this sudden proposition, which presented cremation in an entirely new light. But a moment's thought restored to him his old love of argument, and he at once replied:-- "Why, it would have been just the same as it is now, surely! If Christ was divine, he could have risen from burnt ashes as well as from a tomb."