“Well, Mr. Perrowne, I am very glad you have recovered your dog, which I was only too glad to rescue from a somewhat inhuman master.  My name is Wilkinson, of the Toronto schools, my friend is Mr. Coristine, of Osgoode Hall, barrister.”

The gentlemen exchanged formal salutations, and proceeded on their way, Wilkinson with Perrowne, and Coristine with Erroll.  Muggins was in the seventh heaven of delight.

“You belong to Tossorontio, Mr. Perrowne?” asked Wilkinson, by way of starting the conversation.

“Ow, now!  I said I had trained Muggins from a pup there, but that ownly extends owver a few years.  Durham is my university, which you may have heard of.”

“I am familiar by name with the university and the cathedral, although the juvenile geography books say that Durham is famous for its mustard.”

“Ow, now, really, they down’t, do they?  Ow dear, mustard!  We Durham men can serve it out pretty hot, you know.  You belong to the Church, of course, Mr. Wilkinson?”

“I was brought up in the Church of England, and educated in what are called Church principles; I am fond of the Prayer Book and the Service, but, to my way of thinking, the Church is far more extensive than our mere Anglican communion.”

“Ow, yes, there are Christian people, who, I howpe, will get to heaven some way through the uncovenanted mercies, in spite of their horrid schism from the True Body.  There is Errol, now, whom, out of mere courtesy, I call reverend, but he is no more reverend than Muggins.  His orders are ridiculous, not worth a farthing candle.”

“Come, come, Mr. Perrowne, his orders are as good as those of St. Timothy, which were laid on him by the hands of the Presbytery.”

“That is precisely what the cheeky dissenter says himself.  We have dropped that line of controversy now, for one ever so much more practical.”

“I hope you don’t take off your coats and fight it out?  You have the advantage in height and youth, but Mr. Errol seems a strong and active man.”

“Now, we down’t fight.  I have set a cricket club a-gowing, and he has turned a neglected field into a golf links.  My club makes Churchmen, and his makes Scotch dissenters.”

“I thought the Presbyterian Church was established in Scotland?”

“Ow, down’t you see, we are not in Scotland.”

“Then, in Canada, there is no established church, unless it be the Roman Catholic in the Province of Quebec.”

“Ow, well, drop that, you know; we are the Church, and all the outside people are dissenters.  I down’t antagonize him.  He helped me to make my crease, and joined my club, and I play golf with him every fine Monday morning.  But the young fellows have now true English spirit here.  Errol has twenty golfers to my six cricketers.  When he and I are added, that makes eight, not near enough, you know.  As a mission agency, my club has not succeeded yet, but every time I make a cricketer, I make a Churchman.”