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to climb one, and as we started together, the one who first became the "very poor person in the garret" was held to be the winner of the game. We were not allowed to climb trees on Sunday, which was a severe exercise of Polly's principles. One Sunday afternoon, however, much to my amazement, she led me away down the shrubbery, saying, "My dear Regie! I've found two trees which I'm sure we may climb on Sundays." Much puzzled, I nevertheless yielded to her, being quite accustomed to trust all her proceedings. I was not enlightened by the appearance of the trees, which were very much like others as to their ladder-like peculiarities. They were old Portugal laurels which had been cut in a good deal at various times. They looked very easy to climb, and did not seem to boast many "stories." I did not see anything about them adapted for Sunday amusement in particular. But Polly soon explained herself. "Look here, Regie," said she; "this tree has got three beautiful branches, one for the clerk, one for the reading-desk, and one for the pulpit. I'm going to get into the top one and preach you a sermon; and you're to sit in that other tree--it makes a capital pew. I'm sure it's quite a Sunday game," added Polly, mounting to the pulpit with her accustomed energy. I seated myself in the other tree; and Polly, after consuming some time in "settling herself," appeared to be ready; but she still hesitated, and finally burst out laughing. "I beg your pardon," she added, rubbing her hands over her laughing mouth, and composing herself. "Now I'm going to begin." But she still giggled, which led me to say-- "Never mind the text, as you're laughing. Begin at once without." "Very well," said Polly. There was another break down, and then she seemed fairly grave. "My dear brethren," she began. "There's only one of us," I ventured to observe. "Now, Regie, you mustn't speak. The congregation never speaks to the clergyman when he's preaching." "It's such a small congregation," I pleaded. "Well, then, I won't preach at all, if you go on like that," said Polly. But, as I saw that she was getting cross, and as I had no intention of offending her, I apologized, and begged her to proceed with her sermon. So she began again accordingly-- "My dear brethren." But here she paused; and after a few moments of expectation on my part, and silence on Polly's, she said-- "Is your pew comfortable, Regie dear?" "Ve
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