CHAPTER V.
IN WHICH THE PARSON CRUISES IN STRANGE WATERS The Come-Outer chapel was as bare inside, almost, as it was without.
Bare wooden walls, a beamed ceiling, a raised platform at one end with a table and chairs and the melodeon upon it, rows of wooden settees for the congregation--that was all.

As the minister entered, the worshipers were standing up to sing.

Three or four sputtering oil lamps but dimly illumined the place and made recognition uncertain.
The second verse of the hymn was just beginning as Ellery came in.

Most of the forty or more grown people in the chapel were too busy wrestling with the tune to turn and look at him.

A child here and there in the back row twisted a curious neck but twisted back again as parental fingers tugged at its ear.