Sunday, Aug. 21
This morning we went to a funny little Scotch church. The pulpit reached about to the ceiling so that we on the front seat nearly broke our necks to see the minister. There was no program, but the Congregational singing was led by one man. This hotel gives but two meals on Sunday, so we are now starving till dinner time. Kitten, Emerick and Father went through the Abbey currently this noon.
Morning text – Acts 14 -27