“How old are you, my son?” continued he, addressing the boy.
“Ten, next Christmas; my birthday comes day before Christmas,” ingenuously answered the boy.
“These little girls are your sisters, I suppose?”
“Yes, sir,” responded the boy.
“Can you read?”
“Yes, sir, I can read in the ‘Introduction,’ very well; my sister Jane can read too; and little Betty can spell and read easy words,” answered the boy, with some feelings of pride.
“Did you ever go to Sunday-school?” inquired the missionary.
“No, sir!” answered the boy, emphatically. “We don’t go to school on Sundays; we go on week-days.” This direct answer caused the missionary to smile; he continued, however, with the question, “Would you like to, if there were a Sunday-school?”
“No, sir!” again replied the boy. “We play ball, pitch horse-shoes, or go a fishing on Sunday, and I like that better than going to school.”
“Don’t you think it is wrong to do such things on Sunday?”