If they want to use my name for a bean bag let 'em as long as they do it when I ain't lookin'.

I wouldn't wonder if they got sore hands by an' by." I never heard him speak of it again.

Indeed, although I knew the topic was often in our thoughts it was never mentioned in our home but once after that, to my knowledge.
We sat for a long time thinking as the night came on.

By and by Uncle Peabody began the hymn in which we joined: "Oh, keep my heart from sadness, God; Let not its sorrows stay, Nor shadows of the night erase The glories of the day." "Say--by thunder!--we don't have to set in the shadows.

Le's fill the room with the glory of the day," said Uncle Peabody as he lighted the candles.