A CATHEDRAL COURTSHIP
WINCHESTER, May 28, 1891
The Royal Garden Inn.
We are doing the English cathedral towns, aunt Celia and I. Aunt
Celia has an intense desire to improve my mind. Papa told her, when
we were leaving Cedarhurst, that he wouldn't for the world have it
too much improved, and aunt Celia remarked that, so far as she could
judge, there was no immediate danger; with which exchange of
hostilities they parted.
We are traveling under the yoke of an iron itinerary, warranted
neither to bend nor break. It was made out by a young High Church
curate in New York, and if it had been blessed by all the bishops
and popes it could not be more sacred to aunt Celia. She is awfully
High Church, and I believe she thinks this tour of the cathedrals
will give me a taste for ritual and bring me into the true fold. I
have been hearing dear old Dr. Kyle a great deal lately, and aunt
Celia says that he is the most dangerous Unitarian she knows,
because he has leanings towards Christianity.
Long ago, in her youth, she was engaged to a young architect. He,