Well! we gat out of bed this morrow--I reckon that is the first thing, beyond opening one's eyes. _Nell_ is alway the first up, and _Edith_ the last. She is rare hard to wake, is _Edith_; or rather, not to wake, but to make her rise up when she is woke. She takes a deal of shaking and talking to, some mornings specially. _Nell_ does the talking, and I do the shaking: and I warrant you, I give it her. Howbeit, we were all up, at long last--and if one of us be late of a _Sunday_ morrow, _Father_ looks as if we had brake his heart. Our _Sunday_ gowns at this season be of green satin, of sixteen shillings the yard,--eh, good lack! should I have set that down of a _Sunday_? Well, never mind; 'tis now done--and furred with pampilion [an unknown species of fur]. Our out-door hoods be black velvet: and in this gear went we to church, at _Keswick_. And I would with all mine heart we had a church nearer unto us than three weary miles, though every body saith 'tis mighty near. _Father_ rid on _Favelle_, with _Edith_ behind him; and _Mother_ on _Garnet_, behind Master _Stuyvesant_; and _Nell_ and I on _Cowslip_; and Aunt _Joyce_ of her own hackney, that is called _Hermit_, with old _Matthias_. Cousin _Bess_ come ambling after, on _Starlight_, with _Adam_ afore her: and behind trudged _Kate_ and _Kitling_. And by the same token, _Moses_ came a-mewing to the door to see us depart. So came we to the church, and there found afore us my Lord _Dilston_ and his following, that had rowed over from _Lord's Island_, whereon of old time the Barons of _Dilston_ [the Radcliffes, subsequently created Earls of Derwentwater] have had an house (I am mindful of strangers the which shall read our chronicle, which is more, I reckon, than _Nell_ shall have been), and in good sooth, but Mistress _Jane_ is fair of face, and I do love to look upon her. Well, of course, _Father_ being but a knight, we stood of one side to let pass a baron: and when all they were gone up, went up we, in due order, _Father_ handing _Mother_, and _Mynheer_ with Aunt _Joyce_, and then Cousin _Bess_ and we three maids. And there was Dr _Meade_ with his white rag of _Popery_ (as Cousin _Bess_ will have it) a-flying behind him as he came from the vestry: and I might not forbear to give a little pinch to _Edith_ as I saw it fly. 'Tis to no good to pinch _Nell_, for she doth but kill me with a look. And there, of either side (which I had nigh forgot), stood the common folk, the townsfolk, and the lead-miners from _Vicar's Island_ [anciently belonging to Fountains Abbey] and such like, all a-gaping and a-staring on us as we went by, to see the baron and the knight. And eh, but I do love to be gaped on! 'Tis the best bit of all the _Sunday_, for me. (Now, _Mother_, you said I was to write what I thought.)