The young members of the family had been taught to be punctilious in contributing to the collection at church. One Sunday morning, when the boxes were being passed, James, aged six, ran his eye over those in the pew, and noticed that a guest of his sister had no coin in her hand. “Where is your money?” he whispered. She answered that she hadn’t any. But James was equal to the emergency:
“Here, take mine,” he directed. “That’ll pay for you. I’ll get under the seat.”
Which he did.
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The old negro attended a service in the Episcopal Church for the first time in his life. Someone asked him afterward how he had enjoyed the experience.
“Not much, shohly not much,” he declared, shaking his head. “Dat ain’t no church for me. No’ suh! Dey wastes too much time readin’ the minutes ob the previous meetin’.”