up and gave the definition from the catechism. He seemed pleased
and so was Grandmother when I told her. Anna said she supposes she was
glad that "her labor was not in vain in the Lord." I think she is trying
to see if she can say Bible verses, like grown-up people do.

Grandfather said that I did better than the little boy he read about
who, when a visitor asked the Sunday School children what was the
ostensible object of Sabbath School instruction, waited till the
question was repeated three times and then stood up and said, "Yes,
sir."

_Wednesday._--We could not go to prayer meeting to-night because it
rained, so Grandmother said we could go into the kitchen and stand by
the window and hear the Methodists. We could hear every word that old
Father Thompson said, and every hymn they sung, but Mr. Jervis used such
big words we could not understand him at all.

_Sunday._--Grandmother says she loves to look at the beautiful white
heads of Mr. Francis Granger and General Granger as they sit in their
pews in church. She says that is what it means in the twelfth chapter of
Ecclesiastes where it says, "And the almond tree shall flourish." I
don't know exactly why it means them, but I suppose she does. We have
got a beautiful almond tree in our front yard covered with flowers, but
the blossoms are pink. Probably they had white ones in Jerusalem, where
Solomon lived.

_Monday._--Mr. Alex. Jeffrey has come from Lexington, Ky., and brought
Mrs. Ross and his three daughters, Julia, Shaddie and Bessie Jeffrey.
Mrs. Ross knows Grandmother and came to call and brought the girls. They
are very pretty and General Granger's granddaughters. I think they are
going to stay all summer.

_Thanksgiving Day._--We all went to church and Dr. Daggett's text was:
"He hath not dealt so with any nation." Aunt Glorianna and her children
were here and Uncle Field and all their family and Dr. Carr and all his
family. There were about sixteen of us in all and we children had a
table in the corner all by ourselves. We had roast turkey and everything
else we could think of. After dinner we went into the parlor and Aunt
Glorianna played on the piano and sang, "Flow gently, sweet Afton, among
thy green braes," and "Poor Bessie was a sailor's wife." These are
Grandfather's favorites. Dr. Carr sang "I'm sitting on the stile, Mary,
where we sat side by side." He is a beautiful singer. It seemed just
like Sunday, for Grandmother never likes to have us wor