And I'm going to wash out my sun-bonnet and iron it; then I mean to go over to that Sunday school to-morrow.

I ain't heard any singing since I was born, as I know of, and I mean to." The gruel began to burn, and Mrs.Lewis turned to it again, saying nothing, but thinking a great deal.

Once she used to go to Sabbath school herself, when she was Kitty's age; and she didn't have to mend her dress first, either; she used to be dressed freshly and neatly, every Sabbath morning, by her mother's own careful hands.
She poured the gruel into a bowl, and then went over to her workbox.
"Here's a needle and thread," she said at last, drawing out a snarl of green thread from the many snarls in her box.

"Mend your dress if you want to, and I'll wash out your bonnet for you towards night, when I get that vest done." It was Kitty's turn to be astonished now.

She had not expected help from her mother.
Tip lingered in the kitchen on Sabbath morning.