"I'm too shabby, Sonny, else I'd go in a minute to please you." "Miss Celia said God didn't mind poor clothes, and she took me when I looked worse than you do.

I always go in the morning; she likes to have me," said Ben, turning his hat about as if not quite sure what he ought to do.
"Do you want to go ?" asked his father in a tone of surprise.
"I want to please her, if you don't mind.

We could have our tramp this afternoon." "I haven't been to meeting since mother died, and it don't seem to come easy, though I know I ought to, seeing I'm alive and here," and Mr.
Brown looked soberly out at the lovely autumn world as if glad to be in it after his late danger and pain.
"Miss Celia said church was a good place to take our troubles, and to be thankful in.

I went when I thought you were dead, and now I'd love to go when I've got my Daddy safe again." No one saw him, so Ben could not resist giving his father a sudden hug, which was warmly returned as the man said earnestly,-- "I'll go, and thank the Lord hearty for giving me back my boy better'n I left him!" For a minute nothing was heard but the loud tick of the old clock and a mournful whine front Sancho, shut up in the shed lest he should go to church without an invitation.
Then, as steps were heard on the stairs, Mr.Brown caught up his hat, saying hastily,-- "I ain't fit to go with them, you tell 'm, and I'll slip into a back seat after folks are in.

I know the way." And, before Ben could reply, he was gone.