'I am sure,' said Elizabeth, as they were walking from school to
church, 'it is worth while to stay to see the aisle now it is clear
of the benches, and there is breathing room left in the dear old
church. And listen to the bells! does not it seem as if the two
churches were exchanging greetings on St. Austin's first Sunday?
Yes, St. Mary's is our home, our mother church,' added she, as she
walked under the heavy stone porch, its groined roof rich with quaint
bosses, the support of many a swallow's nest, and came in sight of
the huge old square font, standing on one large column and four small
ones, where she herself and all her brothers and sisters had been
christened.
The three little children were not to go to St. Austin's in the
morning, but Katherine had promised to come back to fetch them in
time for the luncheon at Mr. Somerville's, and thus Dora had the full
advantage of studying the Puddington monument before the service
began.
Katherine and Harriet came back whilst Elizabeth and Helen were at
luncheon, and after giving them a list of half the people who were at
church, they called the children to come to Mr.
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