The boys went away with Dr. Phillips, and Alfred thought he had never enjoyed a service so much before; he certainly had never sung better.
When the service was over, the boys went home, as there were no more lessons that day.
“Steve,” said Walter, as they were walking from the cathedral, “we’ve been in luck.”
“We’ve had half-a-crown each given to us by a lady at the deanery.”
“Why don’t you buy an induction-coil now at Mr. Cottenham’s?—you’ve got batteries—and then we can do some experiments.”
“All right!” said Walter, “I am game. You had better buy one as well, Alfred, and then we can make a very strong current.”
Alfred did not reply, and away they ran as quickly as they could to spend the money.
Mr. Cottenham was not in the shop, so the parrot whistled and called out “Shop!”
Mr. Cottenham came in.