Uncle Peabody said that he didn't know whether his leg would hold out or not "through a whole meetin'." His left leg was lame from a wrench and pained him if he sat long in one position.

I greatly enjoyed this first public exhibition of my new trousers.

I remember praying in silence, as we sat down, that Uncle Peabody's leg would hold out.

Later, when the long sermon had begun to weary me, I prayed that it would not.
I decided that meetin's were not a successful form of entertainment.
Indeed, Sunday was for me a lost day.

It was filled with shaving and washing and reading and an overwhelming silence.