rinet, a
trumpet, growing louder, nearer, deeper, heavier, the loud notes
rolling like far-off thunder, then dying into melody as sweet as the
song of a bird. Never had Robert heard any music so delightful.
Looking towards the loft, he saw the gilded pipes of the instrument.
Upon the railing around it were figures of angels with trumpets.

"They were captured from a French ship in 1746 by Captain Grushea of
the Queen of Hungary privateer," Tom whispered. "They were designed
for a Romish church in Canada, but the captain brought them to Boston
and presented them to the wardens of this church."

Berinthia said the Bible and prayer-book were given by King George II.
at the request of Governor Belcher. She found the places in the
prayer-book for him. He thought the prayers very beautiful, but could
not quite see the need of getting up and sitting down so often. He
never had taken part in meeting before, but when all the others read
felt he too must let his voice be heard, otherwise the people would
think he did not know how to read. He was startled at the sound of his
own voice, but soon got over it, and rather liked the idea of the
people taking some part in the service instead of having it all done
by the minister. It was very delightful when the choir came in with
the organ, in contrast to the singing in Rumford meetinghouse where
the deacon lined the Psalms, two lines at a time, and set the tune
with his pitch-pipe.

When the service was over and the people were going out, the organ
began to play. The sexton took them upstairs to see his brother John
handle it. Robert was surprised to see him using his feet as well as
his hands, fingering two sets of keys, pushing in and pulling out what
Tom said were "stops." When through with the piece, the organist
explained the mechanism of the instrument, playing softly and then
making the windows rattle.

An hour at noon, and then the meetinghouse bells were tolling for the
afternoon service.

"We will go to our own meeting; I want you to hear Reverend Doctor
Cooper,"[30] said Berinthia. The meetinghouse was in Brattle Street,
close by the barracks. The soldiers were lounging around the building
staring at the people, laughing, smoking their pipes, and making rude
remarks. When meeting was over the soldiers gathered around the door
and leered at the girls. Robert clenched his fist and felt his blood
grow hot. A lieutenant started to walk beside Berinthia.

[Footnote 30: Th