Nothing was done on that day which could have been done the day before, or could be postponed till the day after.

Coffee grinding was not thought of, and once, when we had no flour for Saturday's baking, and the buckwheat cakes were baked the evening before and warmed on Sabbath morning, we were all troubled about the violation of the day.
There was a Presbyterian "meeting-house" two miles east of Wilkinsburg, where a large, wealthy congregation worshipped.

Rev.James Graham was pastor, and unlike other Presbyterians, they never "profaned the sanctuary" by singing "human compositions," but confined themselves to Rouse's version of David's Psalms, as did our own denomination.

This aided that laxness of discipline which permitted Big Jane, Adaline and brother William to attend sometimes, under care of neighbors.

Once I was allowed to accompany them.
I was the proud possessor of a pair of red shoes, which I carried rolled up in my 'kerchief while we walked the two miles.