"It's about the iron church, papa. He says it is come--or part of it
has, come--and he wants you to go out to Cumberly Green about the site."

"I thought that was all settled."

"He says not."

"What does it matter where it is? He can put it anywhere he likes on the
Green. However, I had better go to him." So Mr. Clavering went. Cumberly
Green was a hamlet in the parish of Clavering, three miles distant from
the church, the people of which had got into a wicked habit of going to
a dissenting chapel near to them. By Mr. Saul's energy, but chiefly out
of Mr. Clavering's purse, an iron chapel had been purchased for a
hundred and fifty pounds, and Mr. Saul proposed to add to his own duties
the pleasing occupation of walking to Cumberly Green every Sunday
morning before breakfast, and every Wednesday evening after dinner, to
perform a service and bring back to the true flock as many of the erring
sheep of Cumberly Green as he might be able to catch. Towards the
purchase of this iron church Mr. Clavering had at first given a hundred
pounds. Sir Hugh, in answer to the fifth application, had very
ungraciously, through his steward, bestowed ten pounds. Among the
farmers one pound nine and eightpence had been collected. Mr. Saul had
given two pounds; Mrs. Clavering gave five pounds; the girls gave ten
shillings each; Henry Clavering gave five pounds--and then the parson
made up the remainder. But Mr. Saul had journeyed thrice painfully to
Bristol, making the bargain for the church, going and coming each time
by third-class, and he had written all the letters; but Mrs. Clavering
had paid the postage, and she and the girls between them were making the
covering for the little altar.