"Well, my lad, you've been to meeting, hey?"
"Yes, sir."
"And who preached for you?"
"Mr. P——."
"Ah! and what did he say?"
"I can't remember sir, he put me out so."
"Put you out?"
"Yes, sir—he kept lookin' at my new clothes all meetin' time."
That child must have been a close observer. Will anybody tell me that he did not know what people go to meeting for?
It was but yesterday that I passed a fat little girl with large hazel eyes, sitting by herself in a gateway, with her feet sticking straight out into the street. She was holding a book in one hand, and with a bit of stick in the other, was pointing to the letters.