I wasn't going to let the ministers have all the religion at their convention.

Those are some of our orphans standing up to sing.

My wife taught 'em.

See you again later, Mr.Cheyne.

I'm wanted on the platform." High, clear, and true, children's voices bore down the last noise of those settling into their places.
"O all ye Works of the Lord, bless ye the Lord: praise him and magnify him for ever!" The women throughout the hall leaned forward to look as the reiterated cadences filled the air.