On then unwillingly they dragged, as if one foot would hardly come
after the other.
"Poor lads!" said Kenton, as he looked after them, "methinks that's
enough to take the taste for soldiering out of thy mouth, son Jeph."
"A set of poor-spirited rogues," returned Jeph contemptuously, as he
nevertheless sauntered on so as to watch them down the lane.
"Be they on the right side or the wrong, father?" asked Steadfast, as
he picked up the pitcher and the horn.
"They be dead against our parson, lad," returned Kenton, "and he says
they be against the Church and the King, though they do take the
King's name, it don't look like the right side to be knocking out
church windows, eh?"
"Nay!" said Steadfast, "but there's them as says the windows be
popish idols."
"Never you mind 'em, lad, ye don't bow down to the glass, nor worship
it. Thy blessed mother would have put it to you better than I can,
and she knew the Bible from end to end, but says she 'God would have
His worship for glory and for beauty in the old times, why not now?'"
John Kenton had an immense reverence for his late wife.
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