"Why, yes, Sir; that's plain enough to be understood; but such poor folks as us can't afford to rest from labour on a Sunday."
"Do you think that God would command poor people to rest from their labour on the Sabbath, unless He knew that it would be for their good? And, besides, do you think that poverty will be admitted as an excuse for a neglect of duty? Suppose your master was to tell you to fetch up the cows from yon meadow, would your poverty be an excuse for not doing it?"
"No; to be sure not. I ought to do what master bids me."
"If, then, you ought to do what master bids you, ought you not to do what God commands you?"
"Why, yes, Sir; I must say that you are right."
"But you tell me that after dinner you go up to the Plough, where I suppose you spend some of your money. Now, your poverty ought to be an excuse to keep you from a public-house; but it ought not to be an excuse to keep you away from church."
"Why, Sir, I must say there is reason in what you say, but I don't spend much; and I like to have a little talk with my neighbours."
"But do you never think of another world?"
"Not so much as I should, Sir, I must say."