My New Curate

Excerpt: ...a sight as that table to-night?" "Never," I replied, resignedly. "Would any one believe, when we came on the mission, that we'd live to see such things? Why, these fellows talk up to us as if we were their equals. Don't you remember when a curate daren't open his mouth at table?" "Of course," I replied, demurely. "And it is only now I am beginning to discover the vagaries of this chap of mine. Do you know what he wants? A shrine, if you please,