'I know. It's dreadful,' admitted Dorothy, sewing on her button.
'It doesn't seem to make any difference what we do, we simply can’t get the people to come to church. Still,' she added, 'they do come to us to be married and buried. And I don't think the congregation’s actually gone down this year. There were nearly two hundred people at Easter Communion.'
'Two hundred! It ought to be two thousand. That's the population of this town. The fact is that three quarters of the people in this place never go near a church in their lives. The Church has absolutely lost its hold over them. They don't know that it exists. And why? That's what I'm getting at. Why?'
'I suppose it's all this Science and Free Thought and all that,’ said Dorothy rather sententiously, quoting her father.
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