"I must eat, mother, or starve," Sybil declared. "I have never been so
hungry."
A somewhat ponderous lady, who was the wife of a bishop, felt bound to
express her disapprobation.
"Do you really think, dear," she said, "that you are wise in encouraging
a charity which is not in any way under the control of the Church?"
"Oh, isn't it?" Sybil remarked. "I'm sure I didn't know. But then the
Church hasn't anything quite like this, has it? Mr. Brooks is so
clever and original in all his ideas."
The disapprobation of the bishop's wife became even more marked.
"The very fact," she said, "that the Church has not thought it wise to
institute a charitable scheme upon such--er--sweeping lines, is a proof,
to my mind, that the whole thing is a mistake. As a matter of fact, I
happen to know that the bishop strongly disapproves of Mr. Brooks'
methods."
"That's rather a pity, isn't it?" Sybil asked, sweetly. "The Society
has done so much good, and in so short a time. Every one admits that."
"I think that the opinion is very far from universal," the elder lady
remarked, firmly.
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