Holworth, but could only make out
something about his being sent up to London with others of his sort
to answer for being Baal worshippers! Which, as he observed, he
could not understand.
There seemed likely to be no service at the church on Sunday, but
John thought himself bound to walk thither with his sons to see what
was going on, and they heard such a noise that they looked at each
other in amazement. It was not preaching, but shouting, laughing,
screaming, stamping, and running. The rude village children were
playing at hide-and-seek, and Jenny Oates was hidden in the pulpit.
But at Master Kenton's loud "How now, youngsters" they all were
frightened, some ran out headlong, some sneaked out at the little
north door, and the place was quiet, but in sad confusion and
desolation, the altar-table overthrown, the glass of the windows
lying in fragments on the pavement, the benches kicked over.
Kenton, with his boys' help, put what he could straight again, and
then somewhat to their surprise knelt down with bowed head, and said
a prayer, for they saw his lips moving.
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