The only one who appeared in his week-day grime and tatterdemalion outfit was little Paul Kegworthy.

He had not changed his clothes, because he had no others; and he had not washed his face, because it had not occurred to him to do so.

Moreover, Mrs.Button had made no attempt to improve his forlorn aspect, for the simple reason that she had never heard of the Sunday-school treat.

It was part of Paul's philosophy to dispense, as far as he could, with parental control.

On Sunday afternoons the little Buttons played in the streets, where Paul, had he so chosen, might have played also: but he put himself, so to speak, to Sunday school, where, besides learning lots of queer things about God and Jesus Christ which interested him keenly, he could shine above his fellows by recitations of collects and bits of Catechism, which did not interest him at all.