Beginning with the littlest people, we came to the big folks.
Each one recited two texts until they reached the class above mine.

We walked to the front, stood inside the altar, made a little bow, and the superintendent kept score.

I could see that mother appeared worried when Leon's name was called for his class, for she hadn't heard him, and she was afraid he would forget.
Among the funny things about Leon was this: while you had to drive other boys of his age to recite, you almost had to hold him to keep him from it.

Father said he was born for a politician or a preacher, if he would be good, and grow into the right kind of a man to do such responsible work.
"I forgot several last Sabbath, so I have thirteen to-day," he said politely.
Of course no one expected anything like that.

You never knew what might happen when Leon did anything.