WORKING OK SUNDAY--TURNING A GRINDSTONE IS HEALTHY--“NOT ANY GRINDSTONE FOR HENNERY!”--THIS HYPOCRISY IS PLAYED OUT-- ANOTHER JOB ON THE OLD MAN--HOW THE DAYS OF THE WEEK GOT MIXED--THE NUMEROUS FUNERALS--THE MINISTER APPEARS--THE BAD BOY GOES OVER THE BACK FENCE. “Hello,” said the grocery man to the bad boy, as he came in looking sick at heart, and all broke up, “How is your muscle this morning?” “All right enough,” said the boy, with a look of inquiry, as though wondering what was coming next. “Why?” “O, nothing, only I was going to grind the hatchet, and some knives and things, this morning, and I thought maybe you would like to go out in the shed and turn the grindstone for me, to develop your muscles. Turning a grindstone is the healthiest thing a boy can do.” “That is all right enough,” said the bad boy, as he took up a sweet cracker, “but please take a good look at me. Do I look like a grindstone boy? Do I resemble a good little boy that can't say 'no,' and goes off and turns a grindstone half a day for some old duffer, who pays him by giving him a handful of green currants, or telling him he will be a man some day, and the boy goes off one way, with a lame back, while the good man goes the other way, with a sharp scythe, and a chuckle at the softness of the boy? You are mistaken in me. I have passed the grindstone period, and you will have to pick up another sardine who has never done circular work. Not any grindstone for Hennery, if you please.” “You are getting too smart,” said the grocery man, as he charged a pound of sweet crackers to the boy's father. “You don't have to turn the grindstone if you don't want to.”