e sun and wind, my two companions proved powerless
to struggle.

Grandpa looked furtively up at Grandma, then endeavored to put on as a
sort of apology for what he felt was inevitably coming, a sanctimonious
expression which was most unnatural to him, and which soon faded away as
the sweet unconsciousness of slumber overspread his features. His head
fell back helplessly, his mouth opened wide. He snored, but not very
loudly. I looked at Grandma, wondering why her vigilance had failed on
this occasion, and lo! her head was falling peacefully from side to side.
She was fast asleep, too. She woke up first, however, and then Grandpa
was speedily and adroitly aroused by some means, I think it was a pin;
and Grandma fed him with bits of unsweetened flag-root which he munched
penitently, though evidently without relish, until he dropped off to
sleep again, and she dropped off to sleep again, and so they continued.

But it always happened that Grandma woke up first. And whereas Grandpa,
when the avenging pin pierced his shins, recovered himself with a start
and an air of guilty confusion, Grandma opened her eyes at regular
intervals, with the utmost calm and placidity, as though she had merely
been closing them to engage in a few moments of silent prayer.

Our class occupied an humble place in the sanctuary, near the door.
Behind the pew in which Grandma, Grandpa, and I were sitting there was
one more vacant. Presently the door opened, admitting a delightful waft
of fresh air, and some one entered that pew, and bowed his head forward
on the desk in a devotional attitude.

After the brief excitement caused by the advent of this new and very late
comer had subsided, the Sunday-school resumed its former lethargic
condition, and then I heard my own name whispered very softly in my ear.

I had to turn my head but a little to meet the deprecating, though
evidently irreverent eyes of Emily's fisherman.

"How do you do, Miss Hungerford?" he murmured brightly. "Please don't
consider me in the light of an intruder. I know I'm rather young for the
class, to which you are admitted by reason of some extraordinary
acquaintance with biblical lore."

"But it's an excellent opportunity for you to address the little boys and
girls," I said.

"Nonsense!" said Mr. Rollin, reddening. "I only meant that for a joke,
you know."

Without pausing to reflect at all on the moral consequences of the act, I
welcomed the appearance of this voluble,