ABSTRACT
Early in the morning, every one was in motion in the Curate’s house, and so full of spirits that Charles could not remain in bed, though he wished to have slept an hour or two longer, because he still felt weary after his long walk. He was a child accustomed to neatness and order, 1[so he washed his face, cleaned his teeth, and combed his hair before he left his room. He then] came down stairs, and found them all dressed in the most decent manner, ready to join in a short prayer, which the Curate addressed to their heavenly Father; thanking him for the protection he had afforded them while they slept, and entreating him to grant them food the ensuing day, and sense to do their duty. They then all ran on the / 2[common] before the door till breakfast was ready, and returned with an appetite to eat their bread and milk.
