The National School was nothing if not churchy, and the piano was practised by the assistant, so that at a pinch he could take the organ at the church or play the harmonium at the school.

Blake and I took turns in blowing the organ once a week for his organ practice. At that time when the organ was playing I was just conscious of a confused mass of sound, and used to be glad when it was over. But it was a novelty to me, walking to the church and opening the gates and doors with keys without having to ask permission.