There was, too, brought out for him to wear a little clean white blouse and a red tie, over which Mrs.Holly cried a little as she had over the nightshirt that first evening.
The church was in the village only a quarter of a mile away; and in due time David, open-eyed and interested, was following Mr.and Mrs.Holly down its long center aisle.

The Hollys were early as usual, and service had not begun.

Even the organist had not taken his seat beneath the great pipes of blue and gold that towered to the ceiling.
It was the pride of the town--that organ.

It had been given by a great man (out in the world) whose birthplace the town was.

More than that, a yearly donation from this same great man paid for the skilled organist who came every Sunday from the city to play it.