The sexton stood and looked and laughed as he saw the little ones soeager for the scraps and remnants.

"Don't you want to come in and see the church?" he said. "It's all donenow, and a brave sight it is. You may come in."

They tipped in softly, with large bright, wondering eyes. The lightthrough the stained glass windows fell white and crimson and yellow on thepillars all ruffled with ground-pine and brightened with scarlet bitter-sweet berries, and there were stars and crosses and mottoes in green allthrough the bowery aisles, while the organist, hid in a thicket ofverdure, was practicing softly, and sweet voices sung: