Dan of Millbrook Author:Charles Carleton Coffin Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III. SUNDAY IN MILLBROOK. T ITTLE White Hair was glad that Sunday came only 1 j once a week, for when the day came round there was a painful stilln... more »ess, not only about the house, but everywhere else. He had no difficulty in keeping track of the day, for he always had baked beans and brown bread for breakfast. Nor was he in doubt about Monday, for long before sunrise Deborah was scrubbing away at the washtub. He could not make out any particular connection between Sunday afld baked beans, but in that his father often said to him, when his face and hands were dirty and needed washing, that cleanliness was next to godliness, he came to the conclusion that that was the reason why Monday was next to Sunday. He could not quite understand why Deborah and everybody else laid abed an hour or two later on Sunday than on other days of the week. " It is a day of rest," said his mother. " I don't want to rest; I ain't tired," said Caleb, capering round the room, climbing upon the sofa, moving his arms as if they were wings, and giving a lusty crow in answer to the rooster, who, an hour before sunrise, was calling out to him, " Hurrah for you, my boy ! " " You mustn't play rooster on Sunday," said Deborah. He liked her, for she was kind-hearted, and had a round,plump, honest face. She was only sixteen years old, but she was strong and hearty, and ready to romp with him now and then. " Why can't I play rooster, I should like to know ? " he asked, not having fully comprehended the question of moral obligation. " Because it's Sunday," said Deborah. He was not much enlightened by this answer. He went out and stood upon the piazza, to see what was going on, but things were nearly as quiet out of doors as within. There were no teams rolling along the street; the blacksm...« less