"Stop. I've got something for you to do." The deacon went to the mantel-piece and took therefrom the catechism. "You aint had no bringin' up, Samuel," he said. "You don't know nothin' about your moral and religious obligations. It's my dooty to make you learn how to walk uprightly." "I can walk straight now," said Sam. "I don't mean that--I mean in a moral sense. Come here." Sam unwillingly drew near the deacon. "Here, I want you to study the first page of the catechism, and recite it to me before you go to bed." Sam took the book, and looked at the first page doubtfully. "What's the good of it?" he demanded, in a discontented voice. "What's the good of the catechism?" exclaimed the deacon, shocked. "It'll l'arn you your duties. It'll benefit your immortal soul." "I don't care if it will," said Sam, perversely. "What do I care about my soul? It never did me no good." "Did you ever see such a heathen, Martha?" said the deacon, in despair, turning to his wife. "You'll be sorry you ever took him," said Mrs. Hopkins, shaking her head. "Set down in the corner, and l'arn your lesson, Samuel," said the old man. Sam looked undecided whether to obey or not, but under the circumstances he thought it best to obey. He began to read the catechism, but it did not interest him. His eyes were not long fixed on the printed page. They moved about the room, following the movements of Mrs. Hopkins as she cleared off the table. He saw her take the pie and place it in the closet. His eyes glistened as he caught sight of an entire pie on the lower shelf, designed, doubtless, for to-morrow's supper. "I wish I had it," he thought to himself. "Wouldn't it be jolly?" Pretty soon the deacon took his hat and cane and went out. Then Mrs. Hopkins went into the next room, and Sam was left alone. There was a fine chance to escape, and Sam was not slow in availing himself of it. He dropped the catechism on the floor, seized his hat, and darted out of the room, finding his way out of the house through the front door. He heaved a sigh of relief as he found himself out in the open air. Catching sight of the deacon in a field to the right, he jumped over a stone wall to the left, and made for a piece of woods a short distance away. It was not Sam's intention to run away. He felt that it would be foolish to leave a house where he got such good suppers, but he wanted a couple of hours of freedom. He did not mean to return till it was too late to study the catechism any longer. "What's the use of wearin' out a feller's eyes over such stuff?" he thought. It is not necessary to follow Sam's movements through the evening. At nine o'clock he opened the front door, and went in, not exactly abashed, but uncertain how the deacon would receive him. Deacon Hopkins had his steel-bowed spectacles on, and was engaged in reading a good book. He looked up sternly as Sam entered. "Samuel, where have you been?" he asked. "Out in the woods," said Sam, coolly.