It was a new accomplishment, of which I was very proud, and poor Jem somewhat envious.

He was clumsy and could not manage it.
"Oh!" ejaculated my mother, "Jack, I must speak to your father about those dangerous tricks of yours.

And it quite shocks me to hear you talk in that light way about wicked things." Jem was to my rescue in a moment, driving his hands into the pockets of his blouse, and turning them up to see how soon he might hope that his fingers would burst through the lining.
"Jacob had two wives," he said; and he chanted on, quoting imperfectly from Dr.Watts's _Scripture Catechism_, "And Jacob was a good man, therefore his brother hated him." "No, no, Jem," said I, "that was Abel.

Jacob was Isaac's younger son, and----" "Hush! Hush! Hush!" said my mother.

"You're not to do Sunday lessons on week-days.