"Do you belong to Wil'sbro'?" said Rosamond.

"Yes; St. Nicholas is an immense straggling parish, going four miles
along the river. I don't know how we shall ever be able to go back
again to poor old Mr. Fuller. You'll never get rid of us from
Compton."

"I suppose they will set about rebuilding the church at once," said
Cecil. "Of course they will form a committee, and put my husband on
it."

"In the chair, no doubt," said Lady Tyrrell, in a tone that sounded
to Rosamond sarcastic, but which evidently gratified Cecil. "But we
will have a committee of our own, and you will have to preside, and
patronize our bazaar. Of course you know all about them."

"Oh yes!" said Cecil, eagerly. "We have one every year for the
Infirmary, only my father did not approve of my selling at a stall."

"Ah! quite right then, but you are a married woman now, and that is
quite a different thing. The stall of the three brides. What an
attraction! I shall come and talk about it when I make my call in
full form! Good-bye again."

Cecil's balance was more than restored by this entire recognition to
be prime lady-patroness of everything. To add to her satisfaction,
when her husband came home to dinner, bringing with him both the
curates, she found there was to be a meeting on Tuesday in the
Assembly-room, of both sexes, to consider of the relief of the work-
people, and that he would be glad to take her to it. Moreover, as