"What wouldst thou do an' thou hadst a bow and arrows, Guilford?" said John. "Shoot all the Papists," replied the child. "Thou bloodthirsty little ruffian!" cried Mr Underhill, yet laughing. "Nay," said John to him, "blame not the child: he doth but take mightily after a certain father of his, that I know." Whereat (said John) Mr Underhill laughed till the tears ran from his eyes. Mr Rose preached his first sermon since coming home, in the pulpit of Bow Church, on the 8th of January. It was a glad day to the Gospellers. His text was, "When the Lord turned again the captivity of Zion, we were like them that dream." He spoke highly of the Queen, saying that "she had suffered for the Gospel, and should know how to be compatient [sympathising] with other that had suffered." Of himself he said little; but of Christ much. And when he came out of the church, dozens and dozens of hands were held forth to welcome him, till the tears came into his eyes at such a greeting. One old Gospeller woman cried out, "Lord, now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace!" "Nay, good Joan," answered Mr Rose. "The reason wherefore the Lord hath kept us alive is, that we have not yet done all our work. At least so I take it. 'Tis somewhat too early to be singing the harvest-home afore all the corn be gathered in. Let us hasten to finish the reaping, and then we may sing." Then came Mr Underhill with great strides, and held out his hand. (John said aside to his wife, "I would Ned Underhill could learn, without any telling him, that a man's hand, and yet more a woman's, is not made of mill-stones. He hath given me some cruel gripes ere now: 'tis a painful form of love.") "Welcome home the second time!" cried Mr Underhill, cheerily. "Mrs Rose, your servant. But I say, man! do you not know you are divorced by process of law?" "Nay," answered Mr Rose, smiling; "I neither do nor will." "What an ungovernable piece of merchandise are you!" said Mr Underhill, laughing. "But in good sooth, I have not talked with one of our ministers that holdeth not the same view." "Men parted us," said Marguerite, her voice trembling a little; "but I think God never did. At any rate, He hath undone it now." Mr Rose talked with the Averys about his future, and they entreated him to stay with them a little longer. It was expected that the Queen would present the deprived ministers to such benefices as would now be left vacant by the Papists' deprivations; and at least, they urged, it would be well to do nothing rashly. And though they said little to each other, all were waiting to see what would happen on the Coronation Day. This was fixed for the ensuing Sunday, the Queen having consulted Dr Dee, and heard from him that Sunday would be a fortunate day. All were now preparing for the Coronation. Isoult had cloths ready to hang out, and Kate and Frances were as busy as they could be, sewing green leaves upon white linen, to form the Queen's name--Elizabeth.