They seemed in keeping with the place.

The twilight faded and a snuffy old man shuffled round and lit the gas.
It was all so sweet and restful.

Religion had never appealed to her before.

The business-like service in the bare cold chapel where she had sat swinging her feet and yawning as a child had only repelled her.

She could recall her father, aloof and awe-inspiring in his Sunday black, passing round the bag.