On Sundays he had a mission class.

On his way to it he used to drop us children at our Sunday-school in Dr.Adams's Presbyterian Church on Madison Square; I remember hearing my aunt, my mother's sister, saying that when he walked along with us children he always reminded her of Greatheart in Bunyan.
Under the spur of his example I taught a mission class myself for three years before going to college and for all four years that I was in college.

I do not think I made much of a success of it.

But the other day on getting out of a taxi in New York the chauffeur spoke to me and told me that he was one of my old Sunday-school pupils.

I remembered him well, and was much pleased to find that he was an ardent Bull Mooser! My mother, Martha Bulloch, was a sweet, gracious, beautiful Southern woman, a delightful companion and beloved by everybody.