'"
"But we never worshipped them," said Stead.
"Pious preacher said so," returned the youth, "and mighty angered was
he with the rails." (Jeph and Will were sparring with two fragments
of them.) "'Down with them,' he cried out, so as it would have done
your heart good to hear him."
"And the parson is gone! There will be no hearing the catechism on
Sundays!" cried Ralph Wilkes, making a leap over the broken font.
"Good luck for you, Ralph," cried the others. "You, that never could
tell how many commandments there be."
"Put on your hat, Stead," called out another lad. "We've done with
all that now, and the parson is gone to prison for it."
"No, no," shouted Tom Oates, "'twas for making away with the
Communion things."
"I heard the red coat say they had a warrant against scandalous
ministers," declared Ralph Wilkes.
"I heard the man with the pen and ink-horn ask for the popish
vessels, as he called them, and not a word would the parson say,"
said Oates.
"I'd take my oath he has hid them somewheres," replied Jack Beard, an
ill-looking lad.
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