I might be mista'en--but he like gave a sort of a whistle, and I saw a bit of a smile on his face; and he said, "Oh, it's all stuff! You've been among the Methodists, my good woman." But I telled him I'd never been near the Methodies.

And then he said,--"Well," says he, "you must come to church, where you'll hear the Scriptures properly explained, instead of sitting poring over your Bible at home." 'But I telled him I always used coming to church when I had my health; but this very cold winter weather I hardly durst venture so far--and me so bad wi' th' rheumatic and all.
'But he says, "It'll do your rheumatiz good to hobble to church: there's nothing like exercise for the rheumatiz.

You can walk about the house well enough; why can't you walk to church?
The fact is," says he, "you're getting too fond of your ease.

It's always easy to find excuses for shirking one's duty." 'But then, you know, Miss Grey, it wasn't so.

However, I telled him I'd try.