Late hours did not agree with John Jay.

Next morning he felt too tired to stir.

He groaned when he remembered that it was Sunday, for he thought of the long, hot walk down to Brier Crook church.

To his great surprise, Mammy did not insist on his going with her: she had been offered a seat in a neighbor's spring-wagon, and there was no room for him.
So he spent a long, lazy morning, stretched out in the shade of the apple-tree.

A smell of clover and ripening orchards filled the heated air.