Then we had to be washed and dressed in our best clothes to go to meeting.

When the wagon was at the door and we were ready to start I had doughnuts and bread and butter in every pocket of my coat and trousers.

I got in quickly and pulled the blanket over me so as to conceal the fullness of my pockets.
We arrived so late I had no chance to go to the dog before we went into meeting.

I was wearing boots that were too small for me, and when I entered with the others and sat down upon one of those straight backed seats of plain, unpainted pine my feet felt as if I had been caught in a bear trap.

There was always such a silence in the room after the elder had sat down and adjusted his spectacles that I could hear the ticking of the watch he carried in the pocket of his broadcloth waistcoat.