There was a fine little boy of some five or six years old at the table, who had been brightened up, and dressed in his best, in order to grace the minister's reception. Charley was full of talk, and the parents felt a natural pride in showing him off, even before their humble guest, who noticed him particularly, although he had not much to say. "Come, Charley," said Mr. Wade, after the meal was over, and he sat leaning back in his chair, "can't you repeat the pretty hymn mamma learned you last Sunday?" Charley started off, without further invitation, and repeated, very accurately, two or three verses of a new camp-meeting hymn, that was just then very popular. "Now let us hear you say the Commandments, Charley," spoke up the mother, well pleased at her child's performance. And Charley repeated them with only the aid of a little prompting. "How many commandments are there?" asked the father. The child hesitated, and then looking up at the stranger, near whom he sat, said, innocently,-- "How many are there?" The man thought for some moments, and said, as if in doubt-- "Eleven, are there not?" "Eleven!" ejaculated Mrs. Wade, looking towards the man in unfeigned surprise. "Eleven!" said her husband, with more of rebuke than astonishment in his voice. "Is it possible, sir, that you do not know how many Commandments there are? How many are there, Charley? Come! Tell me; you know, of course." "Ten," said the child. "Right, my son," returned Mr. Wade, with a smile of approval. "Right. Why, there isn't a child of his age within ten miles who can't tell you that there are ten Commandments. "Did you never read the Bible, sir?" addressing the stranger. "When I was a little boy, I used to read in it sometimes. But I'm sure I thought there were eleven Commandments. Are you not mistaken about there being only ten?" Sister Wade lifted her hands in unfeigned astonishment, and exclaimed-- "Could any one believe it? Such ignorance of the Bible!" Mr. Wade did not reply, but he arose, and going to one corner of the room, where the Good Book lay upon a small mahogany stand, brought it to the table, and pushing away his plate, cup and saucer, laid the volume before him, and opened that portion in which the Commandments are recorded. "There!" he said, placing his finger upon a proof of the man's error. "There! Look for yourself!" The man came round from his side of the table, and looked over the farmer's shoulder. "There! Ten;--d'ye see!" "Yes, it does say ten," replied the man. "And yet it seems to me there are eleven. I'm sure I have always thought so." "Doesn't it say ten, here?" inquired Mr. Wade, with marked impatience in his voice. "It does certainly." "Well, what more do you want? Can't you believe the Bible?" "Oh, yes I believe in the Bible, and yet, somehow, it strikes me that there must be eleven Commandments. Hasn't one been added somewhere else?"