He then looked at the girls with renewed interest.
The oldest of those sitting facing him had a rather pretty face, as far as he could see under the brim of her bonnet.
The others, who were obviously not yet grown up, had pink-and-white complexions, small turned up noses and large curious eyes that stared unblinkingly at the congregation.
The oldest member of the family, who played the organ, seemed to have eyes in the back of her head. As her youngest sister was fidgeting, she turned quickly to reprove her, at the same time handing to a small Ceylonese choirboy an open prayer book when he had obviously become hopelessly lost in finding the right place on his own.
When she was not playing the organ, the older girl turned round so that she could watch the behaviour of the choir.
‘Obvio
