"Yes," Mr. Phillips said, "ours is a city of churches all right." Cecelia nodded, following his pointing hand. Both sides of the street were solidly lined with churches, standing shoulder to shoulder in a variety of architectural styles. The Bethel Baptist stood next to the Holy Messiah Free Baptist, Saint Paul's Episcopal next to Grace Evangelical Covenant. Then came the First Christian Science, the Church of God, All Souls, Our Lady of Victory, the Society of Friends, The Assembly of God, and the Church of the Holy Apostles. The spires and steeples of the traditional buildings were jammed in next to the broad imaginative flights of the "contemporary" designs. "Everyone here takes a great interest in church matters," Mr. Phillips said.
Will I fit in, Cecelia wondered. She had come to Prester to open a branch office of a car-rental concern.
"I'm not especially religious," she said to Mr. Phillips, who was in the real-estate business.
"Not now," he answered.
"Not yet. But we have many fine young people her