There was a rustling of dresses, and the standing congregation sat down. The boy whose history this book relates did not enjoy the prayer, he only endured it - if he even did that much. He was restive all through it; he kept tally of the details of the prayer, unconsciously - for he was not listening, but he knew the ground of old, and the clergyman's regular route over it - and when a little trifle of new matter was interlarded, his ear detected it and his whole nature resented it; he considered additions unfair, and scoundrelly.