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with his father and mother and his brothers
and sisters in the old-Fashioned, oak-

fenced, red-cushioned pew. He loved to
gaze at the stained-glass windows, and

drowsily to count in zigzag" fashion, some­
times this way and some Limes that, their
lozenged panes ; the deep swell and flute­

like notes of the organ had a fascinating

effect on his speculative little mind, and the
singing voices of the choir and the worship­
pers filled him with sweet thoughts and

quiet content. Et was not the form of the

service, the Bible lessons, nor even the
sermons, that puzzled him. In these
matters he felt that, speechless as he was,

he was at a disadvantage, and he cheerfully
resigned himself to his lot.

Of course he knew well enough that if
he could only talk, and, if concerning things

that sometimes seemed mysterious to him,
he could ask questions of his father and

mother—or perhaps even better still, in a
special case of this sort, of the clergyman

—everything would be made as plain and