THE SILVER LAKE STORIES. ST

was driven out by necessity, plunging
along through the snow-drilts, nearly
up to his arms in snow.

Sunday morning came, and the snow
was deeper than ever. The churches
were all closed, for no one could get
out to attend them. The Playford chil-
dren were quietly seated at their read-
ing, or Bible lessons, when, to their
surprise, they saw their father making
ready to go out. Still more were they
amazed when they saw him take a
large snow shovel in his hand, and

 westart across the fields; and they whis-
pered to each other, “1 guess father’s
forgotten that this is Sunday.”