CHAPTER SIXTEEN. 

LINCH-PINS. 

"And leave them laughing, Ho! Ho Ho!"--_Robin Goodfellow_. 

Notice was sent from the Bishop of the diocese that he was about to hold a Confirmation at Poppleby in six weeks' time. This was matter of rejoicing to Mr Harford, who had mourned over the very few communicants. Before he came the Celebrations had been only three times a year, and were attended by most of the aged paupers. To the joy of the Carbonels, the feast was monthly after his coming; but the first time the aged people were there, and all lingered, George Hewlett, the clerk, said, when the curate looked to him for information-- 

"The alms, sir. They be waiting for the money in the plate." 

"Why, that is to be reserved for sick and distressed." 

"Mr Selby, he always give it out to them, and so did Mr Jones afore him, sir. They be all expecting of it." 

Mr Harford thought that it might be best not to disappoint the old people suddenly, so he stood at the vestry door counting heads, and numbering among them two whom he had already been somewhat startled to see present themselves, namely, Dame Spurrell, whom he had heard abusing her neighbour with a torrent of foul words, and who pretended to be a witch, and Tom Jarrold, whom Hewlett had described to him as the wickedest old chap in the parish. 

He took counsel with the churchwardens, Farmers Goodenough and Rawson, who both agreed that they were a bad lot, who didn't deserve nothing, but it helped to keep down the rates. Then he talked to Captain Carbonel, who, being a reverent man, was dismayed at what he heard.  QUESTIONS:

Q1:
1. What does the plate contain?
2. What is held in the plate?
3. 
Q2:
1. For whom was the money?
2. Who would the money supposed to be for?
3. 
