CHAPTER 3: THE CHURCH PATTERNS
"Are we all ready to go?" Mr. Morgan asked as he checked his pocket watch.
Mrs. Morgan was bundling up Harry. Right when she put Harry's hat on his head she said, "We shall take a carriage."
"If they will let us." Mr. Morgan grunted as they all walked out the door, down the small steps to the sidewalk.
The day had slush from the earlier snow. Everyone was wearing black overcoats and accessories, as usual. What the Morgan children loved most about London was that everywhere you went, you would see tons of people!
Mrs. Morgan held her children with her while her husband tried to get a cab. "George, really. You know we could walk! It would only take us about five minutes."
Mr. Morgan gave up, made a slight huff and started walking ahead of his family, leading the way.
The Morgan family was in the middle class. Mrs. Morgan was a social- light and often had afternoon tea with her lady friends in the drawing room every Thursday. Mr. Morgan made social talk with his business partners, and, as you have found out, may get a raise. They certainly couldn't afford to send all of their children to high schools, but were on the right track.
The steeple bells rang ten o'clock a.m. as all of the people rushed in to find descant seats.
Wendy and her brothers often sat in the front row, for Wendy attended girls' Sunday class, and the boys had a bible study group. But on this certain Sunday, they all sat together in the third pew from the front. The one thing that Harry hated to do was to sit around while the priest talked about things that only grown-ups could understand. He would squirm on the light wooden bench and poke Wendy to see what her reaction would be.
Whenever Harry poked Wendy, she would politely look at Harry as if saying, "Please be quiet so I may listen to the speech."
After Harry poked Wendy he poked Ben, who couldn't help but laugh. Mr. and Mrs. Morgan both glared at the boys and they immediately stopped with a soft gasp.
After the boring lecture passed, they all sang the song "Nearer My God to Thee." And prayed for five solemn minutes.
Wendy whispered her prayer so only she may hear it. "Dear Lord, please help me find the boy again so I may give him his leaf. Amen." Wendy was sure that the boy owned the leaf round her neck, for she saw the outline of the same leaf on his clothing.
"Now, 'tis time for communion. Children shall walk first, then the adults following." Father William smiled. The organ music began, and Harry, being followed by Ben, ran up with the other children.
Wendy stood up and started to walk to the stage when her father stopped her. "What do you think you are doing, Wendy?" Mr. Morgan whispered in her ear.
"Are we all ready to go?" Mr. Morgan asked as he checked his pocket watch.
Mrs. Morgan was bundling up Harry. Right when she put Harry's hat on his head she said, "We shall take a carriage."
"If they will let us." Mr. Morgan grunted as they all walked out the door, down the small steps to the sidewalk.
The day had slush from the earlier snow. Everyone was wearing black overcoats and accessories, as usual. What the Morgan children loved most about London was that everywhere you went, you would see tons of people!
Mrs. Morgan held her children with her while her husband tried to get a cab. "George, really. You know we could walk! It would only take us about five minutes."
Mr. Morgan gave up, made a slight huff and started walking ahead of his family, leading the way.
The Morgan family was in the middle class. Mrs. Morgan was a social- light and often had afternoon tea with her lady friends in the drawing room every Thursday. Mr. Morgan made social talk with his business partners, and, as you have found out, may get a raise. They certainly couldn't afford to send all of their children to high schools, but were on the right track.
The steeple bells rang ten o'clock a.m. as all of the people rushed in to find descant seats.
Wendy and her brothers often sat in the front row, for Wendy attended girls' Sunday class, and the boys had a bible study group. But on this certain Sunday, they all sat together in the third pew from the front. The one thing that Harry hated to do was to sit around while the priest talked about things that only grown-ups could understand. He would squirm on the light wooden bench and poke Wendy to see what her reaction would be.
Whenever Harry poked Wendy, she would politely look at Harry as if saying, "Please be quiet so I may listen to the speech."
After Harry poked Wendy he poked Ben, who couldn't help but laugh. Mr. and Mrs. Morgan both glared at the boys and they immediately stopped with a soft gasp.
After the boring lecture passed, they all sang the song "Nearer My God to Thee." And prayed for five solemn minutes.
Wendy whispered her prayer so only she may hear it. "Dear Lord, please help me find the boy again so I may give him his leaf. Amen." Wendy was sure that the boy owned the leaf round her neck, for she saw the outline of the same leaf on his clothing.
"Now, 'tis time for communion. Children shall walk first, then the adults following." Father William smiled. The organ music began, and Harry, being followed by Ben, ran up with the other children.
Wendy stood up and started to walk to the stage when her father stopped her. "What do you think you are doing, Wendy?" Mr. Morgan whispered in her ear.