No book was produced, all was repeated from memory.
They durst not raise their voices, but the birds were their choir,
and as they murmured their _Gloria in Excelsis_, the sweet notes rang
out in that unconscious praise.
When the blessing of peace had been given there was a long hush, and
no one rose till after the vessels had been replaced in their casket,
and Stead was climbing up with it again to the hiding place. Then
there was a move to the front of the hut, where Rusha was just
awakening, and Emlyn feigned to be still asleep. It was not yet four
o'clock, but the sweet freshness was still around everything. Young
Mistress Alice Rivett and her brother were enchanted to gather
flowers, and ran after their hosts to see the cows milked, and the
goats, pigs, and poultry fed, sights new to them; but the elder
ladies shivered and were glad to warm themselves at the little fire
Patience hastily lighted, after cleaning the hut as fast as she
could, by rolling up the bedding, and fairly carrying Ben out to
finish his night's rest in the cow-house.
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