keep that in view. And then he took up a learned book on the Children of Israel and forgot the children at the Manse.
Sunday came round, and the boys were made aware that this was a different kind of Sunday from the one they were used to in England.
That was a very pleasant kind, and they had always looked forward to it. To begin with, they had more of mother then than was possible on week-days. Mother never seemed hurried on Sunday, and everything disturbing was banished. Troublesome matters were never talked over on Sunday; naughtinesses were only punished by a gentle look of mother's sweet eyes, which generally brought the offender to her feet, penitent.
There was an indescribable air of peace about mother's best dress—soft silk, with a hushed, unobtrusive rustle to it; the boys had liked to sit on a footstool beside her and lean their heads against its folds.
