Sunday came. After lunch, the lady and her son came up to our room to tell us to get ready to go to Sabbath-school with them. We knew very little English at the time. The simplest Anglo-Saxon words were still but slightly known to us. We caught the word “school” only. We supposed that at last our ordeal in an American school was at hand. We each took a cloth-wrapper and began to tie up a pile of books with it, _à la Chinoise_, when our guardians, returning, made us understand by signs and otherwise that no books were needed. Well, we four set out, passed Court Square, and walked up the steps of the First Church. “It is a church,” said my companion in Chinese. We were confirmed in our suspicions on peeping in and seeing the people rise to sing. “Church! church!” we muttered, and rushed from the edifice with all the speed we could command. We did not stop till we got into our room, while our American friends, surprised at this move on our part and failing to overtake us, went back to the church. We learned English by object-lessons. At table we were always told the names of certain dishes, and then assured that if we could not remember the name we were not to partake of that article of food. Taught by this method, our progress was rapid and surprising. Transcriber’s Notes: The original accentuation, and spelling has been retained. Hyphenation has been made consistent as far as possible.