Reuben nodded, "Just a little walk, then. To the Yew tree and back?" He said, pointing to the old tree growing at the cross-roads in the path, where the path to the church from the street met that which ran the length of the graveyard. "And that's not true! I gave it an extra thorough tidy this morning, just for you and your uncle. And it looks all the better for it. And did you notice someone had polished the pews? That was me, too." As punishment for his sins, he'd spent half the night on his knees, polishing the great bloody things.