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When I was a girl, Sunday evening used to be the part of the week that I loved best; and I liked it better in Winter than in Summer. We used to sit round a blazing fire; my mother used then to teach my little brother Tom to say his prayers, and my father used to teach me to read in Pilgrim's Progress, or some such book; while my brother John sat near reading some book or other that was fit for a Sunday, with his dog Hector lying at his feet.
My dear old grand-father was then alive, and he would sit at the table with the large old family Bible before him for the whole evening.