Come a very small and straggling congregation indeed: chiefly from Minor Canon Corner and the Precincts.

Come Mr.Crisparkle, fresh and bright; and his ministering brethren, not quite so fresh and bright.
Come the Choir in a hurry (always in a hurry, and struggling into their nightgowns at the last moment, like children shirking bed), and comes John Jasper leading their line.

Last of all comes Mr.Datchery into a stall, one of a choice empty collection very much at his service, and glancing about him for Her Royal Highness the Princess Puffer.
The service is pretty well advanced before Mr.Datchery can discern Her Royal Highness.

But by that time he has made her out, in the shade.

She is behind a pillar, carefully withdrawn from the Choir-master's view, but regards him with the closest attention.