22 PEEP AT OUR NEIGHBORS.

would stay until sundown, at which time
it was customary to post me and my
brother off to the trundle bed.

It was a great day when Parson Daley
visited the district school. Then we all
had our Sunday clothes on, and did our
very best. Then the schoolmaster made
us read, and spell, and recite our lessons,
and parse, and do long sums out of Da-
boll’s arithmetic, to show the minister
what a bright set of boys and girls we
were. ‘T'hen—my heart throbs now,
when I think of it—then the minister
asked us questions in geography and
grammar, with his own mouth. When
we had gone through with all the rest of