It was getting dark for all that, and the lamps were lighted in the cathedral. Jack took off his hat as he pushed open the heavy oaken door, and the little girls followed him. Service was going on in the choir, and they could hear the solemn tones of the organ pealing through the building, and with them came the sweet sound of many voices singing.
'Isn't it beautiful?' said Poppy; 'let us sit down and listen.'
They were very quiet until the service was over, and when the last Amen was sung, and the doors of the choir were thrown open for the people to leave, they got up to go home.
But as they were walking across the cathedral to the door which stood nearest the direction of their home, Jack suddenly stopped.
'Hullo, Poppy,' he whispered, 'look here,' and he pointed to a little door in the wall which stood ajar.
'What is it, Jack?' said both little girls at once; 'where does it go to? Is it a tomb?'
'Oh, no,' said Jack; 'it's the way folks go up to the top of the tower; you know we often see them walking about on the top; my father went up last Easter Monday. I always thought they kept it locked; let's go a bit of the way up, and see what it's like.'
'Oh, no, Jack,' said Sally; 'it looks so dark in there.'
'Don't be a silly baby, Sally,' he said. 'Poppy isn't afraid; are you, Poppy?'
'No,' said Poppy, in a trembling voice; 'no, I'm not frightened, Jack.'