said Donnington.
"Oh!" she cried, "and Bill, surely the best of all is:
"A skylark wounded on the wing,
A cherubim doth cease to sing."
Donnington smiled. "I suppose I'm more practical than you are," he said. "If I were a schoolmaster, I'd have inscribed on the walls of every classroom:
"Kill not the moth or butterfly,
For the Last Judgment draweth nigh."
They worked very hard during the half-hour that followed, though only the finishing touches remained to be done. Still, it meant moving a ladder about, and stretching one's arms a good deal, and Bubbles insisted on doing her full share of everything.
"Let's rest a few minutes," she said at last, and leading the way up the central aisle, she sat down wearily in one of the carved choir stalls.
Then she lifted her arms, and putting her hands behind her neck, she tipped her head back.