It was a bully library, but the report wasn't interesting. MajorHumphreys's always was. He was the treasurer because he worked inthe bank. He came from the Western Reserve, and exclaimed "cut" when hemeant coat, and "hahnt" when he meant heart. I can shut my eyesand hear him read his report now: "Infant-class, Mrs. Sarah M. Boggs,one dolla thutty-eight cents; Miss Dan'ells's class, fawty-six cents;Miss Goldrick's class, twenty-faw cents; Mr. Pahnker's class,ninety-three cents; Miss Rut's class, naw repawt."

Poor very aged Miss Root! There was hardly ever any report from her class.0ftwelve she hadn't a penny to give, and maybe the other very aged ladies,who found the keenest possible delight in doing what they called"running up the references," had no more, for they were relics ofan age when women weren't supposed to have money to fling right andleft in the foolish way that women will if they're not looked after - shoes for the infant, and a quite recent calico dress every two or threeyears or so.

Yes, it is rather interesting for a change now and then to hearthese folks go on about what a terrible thing the Sabbath-school is,and how it does more harm than good. They get really excited aboutit, and storm around as if they expected folks to take them seriously.They know, just as well as we do, that this wouldn't be any kind ofa country at all if we couldn't look back and remember theSabbath-school, or if we couldn't fix up the tiny children Sundayafternoons, and find their lesson leaves for them, and hunt up apenny to give to the poor heathen, and hear them say the Golden Textbefore they go, and tell them to be nice. Papa and mamma watchthem from the window till they turn the corner, and then go back tothe Sunday paper with a secure sort of feeling. They won't learnanything they oughtn't to at the Sabbath-school.