He met one half-way down the steps with outstretched hands, marched him to the best seat in the place, even if he had to dislodge one of the leading families to do it, thrust a Bible and a hymn-book into his hand, and enquired if he were sure he would be comfortable, all in a manner that made the newcomer feel as if the Algonquin church had been erected, a minister and ciders appointed, and a congregation assembled all for the express purpose of edifying him on this particular Sabbath morning.
"The End of the Rainbow"
Marian Keith
You are undoubtedly eager to hear, but I must reserve my report for your ciders.
"The Lily of Leyden"
W.H.G. Kingston