CHAPTER 1.V.Sunday Services.
Service No.

I.
The boy Waldo kissed the pages of his book and looked up.

Far over the flat lay the kopje, a mere speck; the sheep wandered quietly from bush to bush; the stillness of the early Sunday rested everywhere, and the air was fresh.
He looked down at his book.

On its page a black insect crept.

He lifted it off with his finger.