[The Children’s Service was probably at St. Silas’s Church of England; a missing page of the memoir makes it unclear]

The Children’s service, from 9.30 to 10.30 was a very bright, brief and cheerful affair: the good-sized hall was filled with boys and girls, sitting separately. […] There were no separate classes, but lots of hearty singing: “Ring the bells of Heaven”, “Who’ll be the next to follow Jesus?”, “Only an armour-bearer”, ‘Scatter seeds of kindness”, “Pull for the shore, sailor”—the lessons from which were well within the understanding of any normal child. A talk to the children followed, and with a short prayer to conclude, we were out, twittering and chattering like a mass of sparrows. 

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 So home, happily, but sometimes it was to find Mother, in best bonnet and mantle, waiting to take me with her to the little Chapel, the Church of Christ, Windsor Street. I had mixed feelings about the Chapel-going […]

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Morning service was conducted strictly on lines approved by St. Paul. What was right for the Early Church was right for us. So the hymns were sung unaccompanied, for Paul had neither piano or harmonium. The tune was raised by some dependable member, male or female. Oh, the suppressed, choking giggles of us younger ones when some luckless soul started off “Jerusalem the Golden” on too high a note, or, “All hail the power” on too low a note, and all present found themselves grounded in the heights or the depths, until they were taken off again to make a fresh start, due musical adjustments having been made.