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sun was a globe mapping paths to shiny foreign places.
To Sammy Smalter, the sun that morning, for no
very good reason, seemed to change from glory into
glory, as he leaned against the porch rail of his aunt's
white, white house, lost in wonder, love, and praise.
And the birds kept on.
Gloria.
chapter 24
Father Jonathan Fields was awake, but still lay in
the single bed which pressed its white coverlet against
the white wall of his little bedroom. Across the dark
oak floor was his desk, and on the desk, vows in a gold
frame: "Thou did'st give Thyself to me. Now I give
myself to Thee." St. Andrew's stone cottage had only
three rooms—study, bedroom, and kitchen. Each was
furnished with simple but good pieces (gifts of Father
Highwick's, to whom they had been given by
parishioners). The curate had himself bought only a few
things (a secondhand upright piano, a copy of an
engraving by Burne-Jones), and he thought he owned
too many, and he wished to own many more. And he