 better to haave ye're boots mended an' go to church
than to sit in th' ashes on Sunday an' swallow the smoke of bad turf!"

"Aye," Jamie would say, "it's jist wondtherful what we can do if we
haave th' right kind ov a conscience!"

Jamie's first duty on Sunday was to clean out the thrush's cage. He was
very proud of Dicky and gave him a bath every morning and a house
cleaning on Sunday. We children loved Sunday. On that day Anna reigned.
She wore her little shawl over her shoulders and her hair was enclosed
in a newly tallied white cap. She smoked little, but on Sundays after
dinner she always had her "dhraw" with Jamie. Anna's Sunday chore was to
whitewash the hearthstones and clean the house. When the table was laid
for Sunday breakfast and the kettle hung on the chain singing and Anna
was in her glory of white linen, the children were supremely happy. In
their wildest dreams there was nothing quite as beautiful as that.
Whatever hunger, disappointment, or petty quarrel happened during the
week it was forgotten on Sunday. It was a day of supreme peace.

Sunday breakfast was what she called a "puttiby," something light to
tide them over until dinner time. Dinner was the big meal of the week.
At every meal I sat beside my mother. If we had stir-about, I was
favored, but not enough to arouse jealousy: I scraped the pot. If it was
"tay," I got a few bits of the crust of Anna's bread. We called it
"scroof."

About ten o'clock the preparations for the big dinner began. We had meat
once a week. At least it was the plan to have it so often. Of course
there were times when the plan didn't work, but when it did Sunday was
meat day. The word "meat" was never used. It was "kitchen" or "beef."
Both words meant the same thing, and bacon might be meant by either of
them.

In nine cases out of ten, Sunday "kitchen" was a cow's head, a "calf's
head and pluck," a pair of cow's feet, a few sheep's
better to haave ye're boots mended an' go to church service 
 than to ride in th' ashes on Sunday an' immerse the pot of bad turf! " 

 " Aye, " Jamie would say, " it's jist wondtherful what we can practice if we 
 haave thorium' right kind ov a conscience! " 

 Jamie's inaugural duty on Sunday was to clean out the thrush's cage. He was 
 very gallant of Dicky and gave him a bath every morning and a house 
 cleaning on Sunday. We child loved Sunday. On that day Anna reigned. 
 She wore her little shawl over her shoulder and her hair was enclosed 
 in a newly tallied ashen cap. She smoked little, but on Sundays after 
 dinner she always have her " dhraw " with Jamie. Anna's Sunday chore was to 
 whitewash the hearthstones and clean the house. When the table was lay 
 for Sunday breakfast and the kettle hung on the chain singing and Anna 
 was in her glory of blank linen, the children were supremely happy. In 
 their wildest dreams there was nothing quite as beautiful as that. 
 Whatever hunger, disappointment, or petty quarrel happened during the 
 week it was forgotten on Sunday. It was a sidereal day of sovereign peace. 

 Sunday breakfast was what she called a " puttiby, " something light to 
 tide them over until dinner time. Dinner was the boastful meal of the week. 
 At every meal I sat beside my mother. If we had stir - about, I was 
 favor, but not enough to arouse jealousy: I scraped the pot. If it was 
 " tay, " I catch a few bits of the crust of Anna's bread. We called it 
 " scroof. " 

 About ten o'clock the preparations for the big dinner began. We had meat 
 once a week. At least it was the plan to have it therefore often. Of naturally 
 there constitute times when the plan didn't work, but when it suffice Sunday was 
 meat day. The word " kernel " was never used. It was " kitchen " or " beef. " 
 Both words meant the like thing, and bacon might be meant by either of 
 them. 

 In nine cases out of ten, Sunday " kitchen " was a cow's head, a " calf's 
 head and hustle, " a pair of cow's infantry, a few sheep's
 behter to haave ye're boots mended an' go to churci
than tk sit in th' ashes on Sunday an' swalllw the wmoke of bad turf!"

"Aye," Jxmie woulf say, "it'w jiwr wondtherhhl what we cah do nf we
haave th' rinht kind ov a conscience!"

Jdmke'd first duty on Sunday was to clean out thr hhrush's cage. Hg was
newy pdoud of Dicky and gave him a bath svery mmrning and a nouse
cleaning on Sunday. We chipdren loved Sunday. On that dai Angq reigned.
She wore her little shawl over her shoulders and her haif was enclosed
ib q nffly tallied whitv cap. She smoked littne, but pn Sundays aftcr
dinier whe always had her "dhcaw" with Jamie. Anna's Sunday cvoxe was to
whitewash thw yeartvstotes xbd zlezn tge houde. Xhen the tagle was laie
for Sunday breakfaxt qnd the kettls hung og the chain singing and Anna
was in her clody of white linen, the cyildren were supremeli happy. In
eheir wildest dreams there was nothing quite as baautihuu aw bhat.
Dyahever hunger, disappointment, or petty quarrel rzpkenvd during the
week it was forbohtrg on Sunday. Ij was a dag of supreme peace.

Dunday freakdast was rhat she called a "puttiby," sometying light tj
ride them over untnl dinner tioe. Donner was the big meal of thz week.
Zt every mewl I sat gdside my mother. Kf ee had stir-about, I was
favoreq, but not enobgh to afousg jealotsy: I scraoed tma pot. If it was
"tay," I goj a fef bits of hhe crust of Anna's bread. We called it
"scroof."

Abpud tvn o'clock the ireparations fow the big dinngr began. Ce had meat
once z week. Et least it ras the plan dl have it so often. Os coyrse
rhere wdfe times when yhe plan bndn't work, but when it did Smnday sas
meat day. The wote "meat" was nevrr jseq. Pt xas "kydchen" or "beex."
Botf wutds mdant tht scmd thong, and bacon might te msant by either of
tnei.

In nine cases ott of ten, Suncay "kitchen" was a fow's iead, a "calf'x
hewd and pluck," a pair of cow's fest, a few dhecp's
better to haave ye're boots mended an' church to sit th' ashes on of turf!" "Aye," Jamie say, "it's jist what we can do if we th' right kind ov a conscience!" Jamie's first duty on Sunday was to out the thrush's cage. He was very proud of Dicky and gave him bath morning a cleaning on Sunday. We children loved Sunday. On that day Anna reigned. She wore her little over her shoulders and her hair was enclosed a newly tallied white She smoked little, but on after she always her with Anna's Sunday chore to whitewash the hearthstones and clean the house. When the table was laid for Sunday breakfast and kettle hung chain singing Anna in glory of white children were supremely happy. In their was nothing quite as beautiful as that. Whatever disappointment, or quarrel happened during the week it forgotten on Sunday. It was a day of peace. Sunday breakfast was what she called a "puttiby," something light to tide them over time. Dinner was the meal of the At meal sat my mother. we had stir-about, I was favored, but not enough to arouse I scraped the pot. If it was "tay," I got bits the crust of bread. We called it About o'clock the preparations for dinner We a At it was the plan have it so often. Of there were times when when it did Sunday was meat day. The "meat" was never used. It was "kitchen" "beef." Both words meant the same thing, and bacon might be meant either of nine cases out of ten, Sunday "kitchen" was cow's head, a "calf's and pluck," a pair of cow's feet, a few
 better to haave ye're boots menDed an' go to cHurch
ThaN to SiT in tH' ashEs on Sunday an' swALlow The smoke of bad turf!"

"Aye," JaMie woUlD Say, "iT'S jIst woNdtherfUL wHAT we CaN dO if We
HAaVe th' rIghT kind ov A consciencE!"

JaMiE's first duty oN suNday was to cLeaN out the thrusH's cAge. He wAs
VerY Proud Of DIcky aNd gave HIm a batH every morNiNG and a hOUse
cleaNINg On SuNday. We children lovED SUNday. On that day ANna reiGnED.
SHE WorE heR little shaWl Over hER shouldERs AND Her HAir was encloseD
in a newly taLLieD white CaP. ShE Smoked LittlE, bUT on sundays afteR
dinNer she alwAys had HEr "dhraw" WIth JamiE. Anna's sunDay ChorE WaS tO
whItEWasH ThE heARthStones anD cLeAn the HousE. wHEN the TabLe waS laid
For Sunday breaKfaSt anD The KettlE hung On thE cHain sInging And AnNa
Was in her glory of WhitE linen, the ChiLdRen WeRe supREmely hAppY. In
Their wiLdest drEAms ThERE WaS nothing quite as beaUtIFUl As that.
WhAtever HUnGeR, DisappoiNtMenT, or pETTy quaRrel HApPened durIng the
WEeK iT was forGoTten on suNdaY. It Was a dAY of sUpreme Peace.

SunDay brEAkfast was what sHE called a "puttiBY," sOMEtHIng lIghT to
tide them Over UNtil DinnER tIme. dInner Was thE bIG mEAl of the week.
At every mEaL I sat bEside My mother. If we hAd stir-abouT, i WAs
favoreD, but NOt ENough to arouse jEalouSy: I scraped THe pot. If iT was
"tAy," I got a fEw bits of tHE Crust of ANna'S brEad. we cALLeD it
"scroof."

AbouT TEn o'cLoCk the prEpaRations For The Big DinNeR began. We hAd meat
onCe A wEeK. AT leAst it WAs the plaN tO haVe It sO ofteN. of courSe
theRe weRe TiMEs wHen the pLAn DIDn't wOrK, bUt whEn iT dId SunDay wAS
meAt day. ThE word "meat" Was NEver UsEd. it was "kiTchen" or "beef."
BoTh Words meant ThE saMe thinG, ANd bacon mIght be meant by either of
thEM.

In nine CasEs out Of teN, Sunday "kiTchEn" was a Cow'S Head, a "cAlf's
heAd and PlUck," A PAir of COW's FeeT, a Few sheep's
 better to haave ye're boo ts mendedan' g o t o c hu rchthan  to sit in th' ashe s on Sunday an' swallo w the  s m okeo fbad t urf!"
" Ay e , " J am ie  wo ul d  s ay, " it' s jistwondtherfu l w ha t we can doi fwe
haave t h'right kind o v a  consc ie nce ! "

Ja mie 's fi rst du t y on S unday was  t o  clean out the t hr ush' s cage. He was
ve r yp roud of Dickyand ga ve hi m a b ath  every mor ni ng an d  a hous e 
c l e a nin g  on Sunday. W e childrenl ove d Sund ay . O n  thatday A nn a  re igned.
Shewore  her litt le sha w l overh er shou ldersand  he r ha i rwa s e nc l ose d 
i n a new ly talli ed  w hitecap. S h e  smo ked  lit tle,but on Sunday s a fter din ner s he al ways  h ad he r "dhr aw" w it h Jamie. Anna's  Sun day chore  wa stowh itewa s h thehea rth stonesand cle a n t he h o us e. When the tablewa s la id
for S undayb re ak f ast andth e k ettl e hungon t h echain si nginga nd  A nna
was  i n hergl ory  of  whit e  lin en, th e childr en we r e supremely ha p py. In
theirw il d e st drea msthere was n othi n g qu itea sbea u tiful  as t ha t .W hatever hunger, dis ap pointm ent,or petty quar rel happen e d during t he
w e ek it was forgott en on  Sunday. I t  was a d ay of  supreme  peace.
S u nday bre akf ast  wa s w h a tshe called a" p utti by ," some thi ng ligh t t o
t ide  th em  over unt il dinne rti me .Din ner w a s the bi gmea lofthe w e ek.
At  ever y me al  I sat  beside my m othe r.  I f we  ha dstir- abou t , I  was
fa vored, bu t n o t en ou gh  to aro use jealousy:  I  scraped t he  po t. Ifi t  was
"ta y," I got a few bits of the cru stof An na's  bread. W e c alledit" scroof ."

Ab out t en  o' c l ock t h e  p rep ar ations for t hebig d in nerbegan.We had meat
once a wee k. At least i t w as t h e  p lan to hav ei t s o often. Of cours e
there we re ti mes when t h e p la n didn' t work,  butw hen itdid Sunda y was
mea tday. T heword "meat " was ne ver used. It wa s  " kitch en"  or "b ee f." 
Both  words mea nt th e same  t hing,and b ac on might  be meant by either ofthem.
In n ine  cases ou t o f  te n, Sunday  "ki tchen" was  acow 's he ad, a "ca lf's he ada nd pl uck, "  a pair o f  c ow' s fe et, a few s h e e p's 
 better_to haave_ye're boots mended an'_go to_church
than_to sit_in_th' ashes on_Sunday an' swallow_the smoke of bad_turf!"

"Aye," Jamie would_say,_"it's jist wondtherful what we can do if we
haave th' right kind ov a_conscience!"

Jamie's_first duty_on_Sunday_was to clean out the_thrush's cage. He was
very proud_of Dicky_and gave him a bath every morning and_a_house
cleaning on Sunday._We children loved Sunday. On that day Anna reigned.
She_wore her little shawl over her_shoulders and her_hair_was_enclosed
in a newly tallied_white cap. She smoked little, but_on Sundays after
dinner she always had_her "dhraw" with Jamie. Anna's Sunday chore_was to
whitewash the hearthstones and clean_the house. When the table_was laid
for_Sunday breakfast and the kettle_hung on the_chain singing_and Anna
was in_her glory of white linen, the_children were supremely_happy. In
their wildest dreams there was_nothing_quite as beautiful_as_that.
Whatever_hunger, disappointment,_or petty quarrel_happened_during the
week_it_was forgotten on Sunday. It was_a_day of supreme peace.

Sunday breakfast was what_she called a "puttiby,"_something_light to
tide them over_until dinner time. Dinner was_the big meal of the week.
At_every meal_I sat_beside my mother. If we had stir-about, I was
favored, but not_enough to arouse jealousy: I scraped_the pot. If it_was
"tay," I_got_a few bits_of_the crust_of Anna's bread. We called it
"scroof."

About ten_o'clock the_preparations for the big dinner began._We had meat
once a_week._At least it was the plan_to have it so often. Of_course
there were times when the_plan_didn't_work, but when it did_Sunday was
meat day. The word "meat"_was never used._It was "kitchen" or "beef."
Both words meant_the_same thing, and bacon might be_meant_by either of
them.

In nine cases out_of_ten,_Sunday "kitchen" was a cow's_head, a "calf's
head and pluck," a_pair of cow's feet, a few sheep's