Mother started a Sabbath School, the only one in the village, and this, too, we continued for years.
One of the pupils was a girl of thirteen, daughter of a well-to-do farmer, who lived within a mile of the village.

Her father had been converted at a camp-meeting and was a devout Methodist.

The first day she attended, I asked her the question: "How many Gods are there ?" She thought a moment, and then said, with an air of satisfaction: "Five." I was shocked, and answered in the language of the Catechism: "O Margaret! 'There is but one only living and true God.'" She hung her head, then nodded it, and with the emphasis of a judge who had weighed all the evidence, said: "I am sure I ha' hearn tell o' more nur one of em." A young theological student came sometimes to stay over Sabbath and assist in the school.

He led in family worship, and had quite a nice time, until one evening he read a chapter from the song of songs which was Solomon's, when I bethought me that he was very much afraid of toads.

I began to cultivate those bright-eyed creatures, so that it always seemed probable I had one in my pocket or sleeve.