NOW the winter seemed long. Laura and Mary began to be tired of staying always in the house. Especially on Sundays, the time went so slowly.
Every Sunday Mary and Laura were dressed from the skin out in their best clothes, with fresh ribbons in their hair. They were very , because they had their baths on Saturday night.
In the summer they were battled in water from the spring. But in the wiime Pa filled and heaped the washtub with snow, and on the cookstove it melted to water. Then close by the warm stove, behind a s made of a bla over two chairs, Ma bathed Laura, and thehed Mary.
Laura was bathed first, because she was littler than Mary. She had to go to bed early on Saturday nights, with Charlotte, because after she was bathed and put into her nightgown, Pa must empty the washtub and fill it with snow again for Marys bath. Then after Mary came to bed, Ma had her bath behind the bla, and then Pa had his. And they were all , for Sunday.
On Sundays Mary and Laura must not run or shout or be noisy in their play. Mary could not sew on her ch quilt, and Laura could not knit oiny mittens she was making for Baby Carrie. They might look quietly at their paper dolls, but they must not make anything new for them. They were not allowed to sew on doll clothes, not even with pins.
They must sit quietly and listen whileMa read Bible stories to them, or stories about lions and tigers and white bears from Pas big green book, The Wonders of the Animal World. They might look at pictures, and they might hold their rag dolls nicely and talk to them. But there was nothing else they could do.
Laura liked best to look at the pictures in the big Bible, with its paper covers. Best of all was the picture of Adam naming the animals.
Adam sat on a rock, and all the animals and birds, big and little, were gathered around him anxiously waiting to be told what kind of animals they were. Adam looked so fortable. He did not have to be careful to keep his clothes ,because he had no clothes on. He wore only a skin around his middle.
"Did Adam have good clothes to wear on Sundays? " Laura asked Ma. "No," Ma said. "Poor Adam, all he had to wear was skins." Laura did not pity Adam. She wished she had nothing to wear but skins.
One Sunday after supper she could not bear it any longer. She began to play with Jack, and in a few minutes she was running and shouting. Pa told her to sit in her chair and be quiet, but when Laura sat down she began to cry and kick the chair with her heels.
"I hate Sunday! " she said.
Pa put down his book. "Laura," he said sternly, "e here.」
Her feet dragged as she went, because she knew she deserved a spanking. But when she reached Pa, he looked at her sorrowfully for a moment, and then took her on his knee and cuddled her against him. He held out his other arm to Mary, and said:
"Im going to tell you a story about when Grandpa was a boy.」
The Story of Grandpas Sled and the Pig "WHEN yrandpa was a boy, Laura, Sunday did not begin on Sunday m, as it does now. It began at sundown on Saturday night. Then everyoopped every kind of work or play.
"Supper was solemn. After supper, Grandpas father read aloud a chapter of the Bible, while everyo straight and still in his chair. Then they all k down, and their father said a long prayer. When he said, Amen, they got up from their knees and each took a dle ao bed. They must ght to bed, with no playing, laughing, o