Granny began to grow very troubled about Jessie's education.
"It is time she was learning," she said anxiously, many a time.
"I know she ought to go to Sunday-school regularly, but I don't know how it is to be managed.

She can't walk there and back three times a day, I am sure.

If she walked there and back in the morning, and there and back in the afternoon, she wouldn't be fit to go with us in the evening too.

She would be tired out.

We couldn't go to church in the evening either, for one of us would have to stay with her." Grandfather sat for a few moments meditating deeply over this problem, then, "_I_ can teach her myself for a bit on Sundays," he exclaimed triumphantly, his dear old face lighting up at the thought of it.