monkeys after they had got into those conspicuous seats, where
they behaved as if they thought nobody could see their pranks. I
did not think it could be at all nice to "go up into Galilee."

I had an "Aunt Nancy," an uncle's wife, to whom I was sometimes
sent for safe-keeping when house-cleaning or anything unusual was
going on at home. She was a large-featured woman, with a very
deep masculine voice, and she conducted family worship herself,
kneeling at prayer, which was not the Orthodox custom.

She always began by saying,--

"Oh Lord, Thou knowest that we are all groveling worms of the
dust." I thought she meant that we all looked like wriggling red
earthworms, and tried to make out the resemblance in my mind, but
could not. I unburdened my difficulty at home, telling the family
that "Aunt Nancy got down on the floor and said we were all
grubbelin' worms," begging to know whether everybody did
sometimes have to crawl about in the dust.

A little later, I was much puzzled as to whether I was a Jew or
Gentile. The Bible seemed to divide people into these two classes
only. The Gentiles were not well spoken of: I did not want to be
one of them. The talked about Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and the
rest, away back to Adam, as if they were our forefathers (there
was a time when I thought that Adam and Eve and Cain and Abel
were our four fathers); and yet I was very sure that I was not a
Jew. When I ventured to ask, I was told that we were all
Christians or heathen now. That did not help me for I thought
that only grown-up persons could be Christians, from which it