We shall be glad to hear from any one." Farmer Bragg, tired with his day's hoeing, snored quietly in the corner of a seat.

Mrs.Parker dropped a hymn-book.

Little Tommy Blake, who had fallen over while napping and hit his nose, snivelled under his breath.

Madeline Brand, as she sat at the melodeon below the minister's desk, stifled a small yawn with her pretty fingers.

A June bug boomed through the open window and circled around Deacon Tuttle's head, affecting that good man with the solicitude characteristic of bald-headed persons when buzzing things are about.