I can shut my eyes
and hear him read his report now: "Infant-class, Mrs. Sarah M. Boggs,
one dolla thutty-eight cents; Miss Dan'ells's class, fawty-six cents;
Miss Goldrick's class, twenty-faw cents; Mr. Pahnker's class,
ninety-three cents; Miss Rut's class, naw repawt."
Poor old Miss Root! There was hardly ever any report from her class.
Often she hadn't a penny to give, and perhaps the other old ladies,
who found the keenest possible delight in doing what they called
"running up the references," had no more, for they were relics of
an age when women weren't supposed to have money to fling right and
left in the foolish way that women will if they're not looked after
- shoes for the baby, and a new calico dress every two or three
years or so.
Yes, it is rather interesting for a change now and then to hear
these folks go on about what a terrible thing the Sabbath-school is,
and how it does more harm than good. They get really excited about
it, and storm around as if they expected folks to take them seriously.
They know, just as well as we do, that this wouldn't be any kind of
a country at all if we couldn't look back and remember the
Sabbath-school, or if we couldn't fix up the children Sunday
afternoons, and find their lesson leaves for them, and hunt up a
penny to give to the poor heathen, and hear them say the Golden Text
before they go, and tell them to be nice.
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