When
good old Dr. Stone said, "Finally, my brethren," she would begin waking
them up. It was hard work sometimes, but generally she succeeded, so
that during the last hymn the two stood together on the seat, quite
brisk and refreshed, sharing a hymn-book, and making believe to sing
like the older people.
After church came Sunday-school, which the children liked very much, and
then they went home to dinner, which was always the same on Sunday--cold
corned-beef, baked potatoes, and rice pudding. They did not go to church
in the afternoon unless they wished, but were pounced upon by Katy
instead, and forced to listen to the reading of _The Sunday Visitor_, a
religious paper, of which she was the editor. This paper was partly
written, partly printed, on a large sheet of foolscap, and had at the
top an ornamental device, in lead pencil, with "Sunday Visitor" in the
middle of it. The reading part began with a dull little piece of the
kind which grown people call an editorial, about "Neatness," or
"Obedience," or "Punctuality." The children always fidgeted when
listening to this, partly, I think, because it aggravated them to have
Katy recommending on paper, as very easy, the virtues which she herself
found it so hard to practise in real life.
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