"Yes, I know it," said Jill, nodding; "and when you get your church I'll ask Mr. Errington to let you have that hymn every Sunday if you like."
"Shall we have hymn singin'?" questioned a boy, with a white face and dark shock of hair. "Who'll do the moosic?"
"Mr. Errington will do it all," said Jill with proud emphasis. "And when the church is open, I shall come over, and Jack, and Bumps, and Miss Falkner. And we'll be in our Sunday clothes, and you will be in yours, and the church will be crammed! And there'll be lots of music and singing, and we shall all enjoy it awfully! And after it's over"—here her imagination ran away with her—"we'll all shake hands, and say how glad we are, and then we'll have flags waving and bells ringing, and a lovely tea which we'll sit down to all together, with cakes and buns, and tea in urns, like a schoolfeast!"
Jack, who had been listening in silence, broke in now with enthusiasm.
"And then we'll have three cheers for the King, and three cheers for Mr. Errington, and three cheers for our red bag that got the money, and we'll finish up with a bonfire and fireworks!"
Jill pulled out her red bag which she had stuffed into her pocket, and wildly waved it in the air.
"Hurray for Chilton Common Church!" she cried, and the children and rough lads round joined in her cheer with a hearty good-will.
"Now," she said, relapsing from enthusiasm to business, "where would you like us to build it?"
There was a little silence. Some of the women went indoors. The group thinned. Jack looked round wisely.