It was my indention to wright you about my Journey north, this month,
butt as nothing of interest ocurred, I have desided to tel you of a
pretty little villiage where I once went to a Sundy school meeting. It
seems it was the habbit of the peple to take the babies to Church, and
as, on that day it was not convient for eny boddy to stay at home with
them, fifteen babies suceded in atending the meeting!
It was a verry plesent day out of doors; and I could not help feeling
sory for the poor babies, because they were not out in the Sun shine.
They had a fassion of all talking at once; and it was sometimes nesary
for the speeker to speek quite lowd in order to be herd.
While one man was telling a storry which of coarse the babies did not
understand, one of them hoped up on the seet in front of me and began
a game of hide and seek. He was very still about it, hiding his curly
head on his mother's sholder a minit, then bobing it up and looking at
me. He was so sweet I could not help ansering him with a little smile,
and a speck of a nod, until sudenly his plesure became to grate, and he
shouted out "Peek-aboo!" Poor baby! It realy was not his falt so mutch
as mine; and I realy suppose I ought to have been the one to have been
caried out in disgrase. But I do not think his mother was seveer with
him, for I herd her not long afterwards, calling him "Mamma's little
hart seas!"
- - - - - -