HefoundthenthatthisnewsenseorGod-likepowerdetractedalittlefromtheexcitementsoftheMarketPlace，althoughtheflower-stallwasdazzlingwithflowers；therewasanewkindofpigthatlifteditstailandlowereditagainonthetoystall，andtheapple-womanwasasfataseverandhadthickclumpsofyellowbananashangingmostrichlyaroundherhead。TheyascendedtheHighStreetandreachedtheClose。Itwashalf-pastthree，andtheCathedralbellshadbeguntoringforevensong。AllthehousesintheClosewerepaintedwithapaleyellowlight；acrossthelonggreenCathedrallawnthinblackshadowslikethefingersofgiantspointedtotheCathedraldoor。Allwassosilentherethatthebellsdancedagainstthehousesandbackagain，theechoeslingeringinthehighelmsandminglingwiththeplacidcooingoftherooks。
“There’sMrs。Sampson，“saidJeremy。“AuntAmysaysshe’sawickedwoman。Doyouthinkshe’sawickedwoman，Nurse？“Hegazedatthestoutfigurewithinterest。IfheweretrulyGodhewouldturnherintoarabbit。Thisthoughtamusedhim，andhebegantolaugh。
“Younaughtyboy；nowcomealong，do，“saidtheJampot，whodistrustedlaughterinJerry。
“I’llringthebellswhenIgrowup，“hesaid，“andI’llringtheminthemiddleofthenight，sothateveryonewillhavetogotochurchwhentheydon’twantto。I’llbeabletodowhatIlikewhenIgrowup。“
“No，youwon’t，“saidHelen。“FatherandMothercan’tdowhattheylike。“