Clergy -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Glasgow (Scotland) -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction
The Fellowship Meeting was held in the hall, so Elizabeth led the way
past the front of the church and down a side-street to the hall door.
First, they all marched into the vestry, where coats could be left, and
various treasures, such as books to read in "the interval," deposited
in the cupboard. The vestry contained a table, a sofa, several chairs,
two cupboards, and a good fire; Mr. Seton's own room opened out of it.
Billy sat down on the sofa and said languidly that if the others would
go to the meeting he would wait to help Ellen lay the cloth for
luncheon, but his suggestion not meeting with approval he was herded
upstairs. As it was, they were late. The first hymn and the prayer were
over, and the president was announcing that he had much pleasure in
asking Mr. Daniel Ross to read them his paper on Joshua when they
trooped in and sat down on a vacant form near the door.
Mr. Daniel Ross, a red-headed boy, rose unwillingly from his seat on
the front bench and, taking a doubled-up exercise book from his pocket,
gave a despairing glance at the ceiling, and began. It was at once
evident that he had gone to some old divine for inspiration, for the
language was distinctly archaic. Now and again a statement, boyish,
abrupt, and evidently original, obtruded itself oddly among the flowery
sentences, but most of it had been copied painfully from some ancient
tome. He read very rapidly, swallowing audibly at intervals, and his
audience was settling down to listen to him when, quite suddenly, the
essay came to an end. The essayist turned a page of the exercise-book
in an expectant way, but there was nothing more, so he sat down with a
surprised smile.
Elizabeth suppressed an inclination to laugh, and the president,
conscious of a full thirty minutes on his hands, gazed appealingly at
the minister. Mr. Seton rose and said how pleasant it was to hear one
of the younger members, and that the paper had pleased him greatly.
(This was strictly true, for James Seton loved all things old--even the
works of ancient divines.) He then went on to talk of Joshua that
mighty man of valour, and became so enthralled with his subject he had
to stop abruptly, look at his watch, and leave the meeting in order to
commune with the precentor about the tunes.
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