"Reverend Sykes edged his way upstairs. In a few moments he was back." "There's not a seat downstairs. Do you all reckon it'll be alright if you came to the balcony with me?"
"There, we went up a covered staircase and waited at the door. Reverend Sykes came puffing behind us, and steered us gently through the black people in the balcony." Pg. 219