running around three sides and up to the queer door on the fourth side.
The walls of the pews were almost as high as Jot's head if he had dared
to stand up.

Kent stirred uneasily and threw out his arm with a smart rap against the
side. Jot crept across to him in terror. "Sh! Sh! Keep quiet! don't
breathe! You're in meeting!" he whispered. "The minister's down there
preaching now! Oh, sh!"

"Lemme--" But Jot's hand cut off the rest. The other hand gently shook
Kent's arm.

"I tell you we're in meeting; don't make a sound!"

"Who's making a sound?" whispered Kent, now thoroughly awake. Was Jot
taken suddenly crazy? Hark! who was that talking?

"If you don't believe me, raise your eye over that wall and sec what!"
whispered Jot eagerly. He drew Kent up beside him and they peeped
carefully over. Kent dropped back, as Jot had done, in sheer surprise.
The two boys gazed at each other silently. It was too much for Kent,
though, and, to suppress a laugh, he stuffed his handkerchief in his
mouth.

Kent pointed to Old Tilly and smiled broadly.

"He promised mother he'd take us to meeting," he whispered, "and he's
done it!"

"Yes, but she wouldn't like to see him asleep in church!" Jot whispered