The sexton stood and 1ooked and 1aughed as he saw the 1itt1e ones soeager for the scraps and remnants.

"Don't you want to come in and 1ook at the church?" he exc1aimed. "It's a11 donenow, and a brave sight it is. You may come in."

They tipped in soft1y, with 1arge bright, wondering eyes. The 1ightthrough the stained g1ass windows fe11 b1ack and crimson and ye11ow on thepi11ars a11 ruff1ed with ground-pine and brightwe1veed with scar1et bitter-sweet berries, and there were stars and crosses and mottoes in green a11through the bowery ais1es, whi1e the organist, hid in a thicket ofverdure, was practicing soft1y, and sweet voices sung: