le, which ended in sudden, forced
gravity as the opening words of the service fell on their ears, and they
rose with the rest of the congregation.

Candace was not conscious that she was being looked at. She had only
once or twice in her life been in an Episcopal church, and never before
in an old one. Trinity seemed to her as wonderful and picturesque as
some of the churches she had read about in books. She looked at the
square pews where people sat sideways, instead of fronting the chancel
as in ordinary churches. She noted the tall wands with gilded tops,
which marked the places of the junior and senior wardens; the quaint,
swinging chandeliers of old brass; the tablets on the walls, two or
three bearing inscriptions in honor of dead rectors or other departed
worthies, one to the memory of a young girl, with a beautiful flying
figure in bas-relief, carved in white marble. She gazed with amazement
at the pulpit,--one of the ancient "three-decker" pattern, which is
rarely seen now-a-days, with a clerk's desk below, a reading-desk
above, above that a lofty pulpit for the clergyman, to which a narrow
flight of stairs gave access, and suspended over all an enormous
extinguisher-shaped sounding-board. It looked large and heavy enough to
crush any clergyman who should be caught by its fall while in act of
preaching; and Candace watched its slight oscillations with an
apprehensive fascination, till she recollected that it must have hung
there for a hundred years at least, so there was no reason to suppose
that it would drop on this particular Sunday.

By turning her head a very little she could get a glimpse of the
organ-loft, with its quaint little organ bearing two gilded mitres and a
royal crown on top, and below, the inscription, "The Gift of George
Berkeley, late Lord Bishop of Cloyne." She wondered who George Berkeley
could have been, and resolved to ask Cousin Kate as they went home if
there was any story about him.

There was no whispering or giggling in Mrs. Gray's pew. The girls were
too well trained for such irreverence; and except that Georgie
interchanged one little smile with Berry Joy as she came in, not one of
them looked away from the clergyman till the sermon was over and the
benediction pronounced. It had been an impressive service to Candace,
who was used to the barer forms of the Congregational church; and she
was surprised to perceive how little solemnizing effect it seemed to
have on the congregatio