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Life in Walsingham was as quiet as a nearly dried-up brook: the people lived immersed in their own little world, in their own community, but the appearance of a new face in it, the Landlord, stirred them, and they looked forward to the Sunday mass of tomorrow.

Chapter 2

– And why is everyone so eagerly awaiting this lord's arrival? – Catherine asked her father as the Glowfords went to bed.

The Glowfords' cottage was old and small, but the sisters and their father lived in separate rooms: with Cassie's birth, the parson had divided the large room into two, leaving the daughters the larger one, while he contented himself with a corner that contained his sleeping mat, a chest of belongings, and a large wooden crucifix on the wall. The rooms were connected by a roughly carved doorway, and the family could communicate from room to room.

– Because their hearts are filled with hope," the pastor replied briefly to the daughter's question, interrupting her prayer for an answer.

– But why is he coming now, in the spring, when we have already gone through a terrible winter? – Catherine asked, not satisfied with her father's answer.

– Because God sends him when he is most needed," the pastor replied with a sigh.

– Will you ask him for the church? – Catherine asked again.

– Can't you be quiet? I'm trying to sleep! – Christine, curled up on her mattress under a rough woollen blanket, dreaming of tomorrow.

– We are talking with father about very important matters! – Kate said to her reproachfully. – Will the new lord repair the church and give us a new organ?

– Of course I'll ask him for the church, but I won't insist. You know that the true church is our souls, and in the parish we gather to honour God with common prayers and hymns for His grace, and no more. My dear, there is no need to deify a stone building," Pastor Glowford said with a slight reproach to his eldest daughter.

There was silence in the house for a few moments, and the pastor was able to continue his prayer.

– Cassie needs a new dress," Kate said thoughtfully, and stroked the head of her sister, who slept beside her on her mattress. – Her old one is all worn out.

– Well, of course! Cassie's getting her third dress this year! – grumbled Christine, who had only received one dress for the year.