The big church was cool and quiet.

Worshipers singly and in twos were coming and going.

Presently, a woman, and presumably her daughter, came in, and as they passed St.Peter they leaned forward and kissed the shining, metal toe.

They passed on to a confessional where the priest could be seen and faintly heard behind the latticed window.
All this was exceedingly interesting to the young people.

The two brothers were absorbed more in the building itself than what was going on within; even to what their two young people were doing.