Parishioner

The chaplain listened sympathetically to his parishioner.

In the evening an old woman, a former parishioner, came up to Mr. Lowder, and asked after his rheumatism, and said she hoped he got the bottle.

“Reverend Judith!” he announced cheerfully. “What a lovely surprise. How super to see you! What are you standing at the door for? Come in! Come in!” “Thank you, thank you. I do like to pop around and see as many of my parishioners as possible,” said Reverend Judith as she followed the pair into the kitchen.