Then Christina said: "My dear, do you know, I really think"
(Christina always "really" thought) "that the people like the chanting
very much, and that it will be a means of bringing many to church
who have stayed away hitherto. I was talking about it to Mrs.
Goodhew and to old Miss Wright only yesterday, and they quite agreed
with me, but they all said that we ought to chant the 'Glory be to the
Father' at the end of each of the psalms instead of saying it."
Theobald looked black- he felt the waters of chanting rising
higher and higher upon him inch by inch; but he felt also, he knew not
why, that he had better yield than fight. So he ordered the "Glory
be to the Father" to be chanted in future, but he did not like it.
"Really, mamma dear," said Charlotte, when the battle was won,
"you should not call it the 'Glory be to the Father'- you should say
'Gloria.'
"Of course, my dear," said Christina, and she said "Gloria" for ever
after. Then she thought what a wonderfully clever girl Charlotte
was, and how she ought to marry no one lower than a bishop.
By-and-by when Theobald went away for an unusually long holiday one
summer, he could find no one but a rather high-church clergyman to
take his duty.
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