ready" was sitting still, reading their books, and not running wild over all creation, as they did on other days.
The twins accordingly seated themselves demurely in the doorway, each with a book. The minister, passing a few minutes after, asked with an air of suspicion, "what they were reading?" The boys held up two brightly bound volumes.
"Travels in Central Africa" exclaimed their uncle in a tone of horror, "What like book is this for the Sabbath?"
Roy, to whom the work belonged, blushed angrily.
"Mother always let us read travels on Sunday," he said defiantly, "and these are splendid. There 's an account of a perfectly delightful missionary who used to hunt lions, and the lions nearly ate him up once, only he just got his gun in time, and—"
"That will do," said Mr. McAllister, holding up his hand. "It may be a good
