The grace was long, a true wrestling in prayer.

Ended, a decent pause was made, then all took place, Jarvis Barrow and his daughter and granddaughter, Robin Greenlaw, Thomas and Willy, Menie and Merran.

The cold meat, the bread, and other food were passed from hand to hand, the ale poured.

The Sunday hush, the Sunday voices, continued to hold.

Jarvis Barrow would have no laughter and idle clashes at his table on the Lord's day.