Archbishop Ryan was visiting a small parish in a mining district one day for the purpose of administering confirmation, and asked one nervous little girl what matrimony is.
"It is a state of terrible torment which those who enter are compelled to undergo for a time to prepare them for a brighter and better world," she said.
"No, no," remonstrated her rector; "that isn't matrimony: that's the definition of purgatory."
"Leave her alone," said the Archbishop; "maybe she is right. What do you and I know about it?"
