They all went to church in the morning...Britannia couldn't help but wonder if the service would be of any benefit to herself and Joan...The church was red brick, built in a jelly-mould style with whitewashed walls and plain glass windows. It was lofty and spacious and on the cold side, but Britannia forgot all about that in her interest in following the service. It seemed one stood up when one would kneel at home, and sat down when one would stand, but the hymns, surprisingly, had the same tunes even though the words were incomprehensible. They were sung rather slowly too, so that she had a chance to try out some of the verses, much to Joan's amusement.
Britannia All At Sea
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