"Salvation, oh the joyful sound."
When they were interrupted by a loud voice at the foot of the stairs.
"Boys, boys! What are you doing up there?"
"We're singing the praises of God," answered Richard opening the door.
"Well, you must stop. I can't have any such noise in my house. It's Sunday; and I'm not used to it."
After this unusual strictness, Richard looked of course for a corresponding uprightness of character. Brought up as he had been, and with his eyes wide open to what passed around him he noticed some traits which in his opinion were not exactly consistent. For instance, in the fall when the immense orchard was stripped of its apples, the boy observed that there was one basket kept for measuring those to sell and another to send to the store when there was any thing to be bought.
Soon alter the corn was gathered into immense heaps and carried into the barn floor.
"Would you like the job of husking, Richard?" the deacon asked.
"Yes, sir. How much will you give a bushel?"
"The usual price is three cents."