The Doves' Nest and Other Stories
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At the tail of the procession came Potts in a cassock so much too large for him that it looked like a night-shirt and you felt that he page 154 ought to be carrying not a hymn and a prayer book but a candle. His voice was a very light plaintive tenor. It surprised everybody. It seemed to surprise him, too. But it was so plaintive that when he cried 'for the wings, for the wings of a dove' the ladies in the congregation wanted to club together and buy him a pair.