It had hat shelves and coat racks along both sides. There were double doors leading into the sanctuary, which was plain but neat. There was a carpeted main aisle that ran from the doors to the altar. There were neat rows of oak pews on both sides of the aisle. Secondary aisles ran along both sides of the church between the pews and the windows. On the raised platform in front, there was an altar, a lectern, and behind that were two rows of chairs for the choir. There was a fairly new piano on the left side of the platform.

I've lived in New-York long enough to know that the Christmas season is a carnival of tips; something for the butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker - not to mention the doorman, the super, and the cleaning lady who comes in on Tuesdays and Fridays. I've never met anyone of my own class who regarded it as anything but a necessary nuisance... but I felt none of that grudging spirit on that night. The money was given willingly, even eagerly... and suddenly, for no reason (it was the way thoughts often seemed to come when one was at 249B), I thought of the boy calling up to Scrooge on the still, cold air of a London Christmas morning