Was empty. We saw the great Bible—old, old, very old.
And the parson’s great prayer-book beside it; we heard the slow beat
Of the pendulum swing in the tower; we saw the clear gold
Of a sunbeam float down to the aisle, and then waver and play
On the low chancel step and the railing; and Oliver said,
“Look, Katie! look, Katie! when Lettice came here to be wed
She stood where that sunbeam drops down, and all white was her gown;
And she stepped upon flowers they strewed for her.” Then quoth small Seven:
“Shall I wear a white gown and have flowers to walk upon ever?”
All doubtful: “It takes a long time to grow up,” quoth Eleven;