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not scratch her, no, no." | not scratch her, no, no." Sometimes she tries to teach her pet, the Sunday words she loves so well, but her pupil is very inattentive, and will keep up a constant purring, despite the earnest efforts of her teacher. So Hattie soon wearies of her task, and leaving pussy on the floor tries to arrest the attention of her sister, who sits conning her Sabbath school book. She will place herself before her, and with her saucy head bent now on one side, then on the other, slowly repeat with a "Tis Sunday-day, We must not play." | ||
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not scratch her, no, no." Sometimes she tries to teach her pet, the Sunday words she loves so well, but her pupil is very inattentive, and will keep up a constant purring, despite the earnest efforts of her teacher. So Hattie soon wearies of her task, and leaving pussy on the floor tries to arrest the attention of her sister, who sits conning her Sabbath school book. She will place herself before her, and with her saucy head bent now on one side, then on the other, slowly repeat with a "Tis Sunday-day, We must not play."
Dear little one, she knows God's holy day is not like other days, yet of the manner in which its sacred hours should be observed, she has but little idea. Still she is happy, happy all the day, whether amusing herself in her charming, baby way, or nestled close in her mother's arms; as she often lies in the hushed hour of twilight, listening to the low tones which speak of the wondrous love of Him who is "Lord of the Sabbath" of the time