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19. and while I can*t preach, you no sermon, I do go to church and pay my dues. Sure enough now, I believe I*ve told you about all I know that could be of interest. Let me give this baby to my deaf son to hold so I can show you our garden before you go." I followed him through a bedroom to the kitchen. In the bedroom I saw a golden oak suite, several chairs, some trunks and a large woolen rug. There was an atmosphere of long deferred clean ing and habitual disorder about this room, but one noticeable feature was that no pictures, calendars, or other of the customary wall decorations were to be seen. The pink flowered wall paper was clean- looking and bright, no matter how dingy the furnishings of the rooms might be. In the kitchen, the ceiling was smoked almost black. Soiled pots and pans were strewn over the wood-burning stove and the table was laden with unwashed dishes and cutlery. While Fred seemed em barrassed when he realized that he had led me through the house and its untidiness seem to mortify him, he failed to close the door when he went into another bedroom to change his house slippers for shoes suitable for walking in the garden. like the other part of the house. This second bedroom was much A fresh coverlid would have helped the appearance of the battered iron bed. A general litter of various small articles was scattered over the dresser, tables, and about the room. The deaf boy, the baby in his arms, was rocking to and fro in a chair by the window. I did not enter this room but observed it in a swift glance from the further side of the kitchen. To my sur- be prise, a plank seemed to/missing from the kitchen floor, and on the 1877