Red and Black by Grece S. Richmond — Read

Morning, and the London streets, with Westminster lifting its stately heights above them. Jane had been quite sure that Black meant to take her there; somehow there seemed no place where they could so much want to go. Miss Stoughton had told her that all through the war the great Abbey, like St. Paul's, had been thronged with the people who had gone, on week days as on the Sabbath, to pray, as the new war-time phrasing had it, "for those serving upon land and sea and in the air. " And now, early as they had left the little house almost under the Abbey's shadow, they found the streets filled with those who like themselves were pressing toward the place where since the eleventh of November the nation's gratitude for victory was being voiced in each prayer and song which rose from those sombre walls.

So presently Jane found herself kneeling beside her companion, in this place of places which stood for the very heart of England. More than once on former visits to London she had entered at those doors, but then it had been only as a sightseer. Now, it was as a worshipper that she had come. Everything in her life was changed, since those former visits, and she herself was more changed than all.