He hardly knew whether he was most pleased or disappointed with his visit, so he said nothing to his sister until they had left Bowker's Row behind them, and got once more into the region of gaslight. Then, turning to his sister, he said,
"What does yer think o' it now, Nell?"
"P'r'aps father's mended, and 'as gone to live in a better 'ouse," was the quiet reply.
"Mos' likely," said Benny, and again they trudged on in silence.
At length they paused in front of a chapel that abutted close on to the street. A few people were dropping in quietly one after another, and Benny wondered what they did inside. He had never been inside a church or a chapel; they were most of them so grand, and the people that went were dressed so well, that he had concluded long since that they were not for such poor little chaps as he. But this chapel was anything but grand-looking, and the people who were going in did not look very smart, and Benny began to wonder if he might not dare take a peep inside.
While he was speculating as to what he had better do, a gentleman who had been standing in the vestibule came out, and said in a kindly voice,
"Well, my little ones, would you like to come inside?"
"May us?" said Benny, eagerly.
"Oh, yes," was the reply; "we shall be very glad to see you, and there is plenty of room; come this way."
And without a word they followed him.