The work of an American Methodist minister on circuit duty; a very human story of his various experiences as seen through the eyes of his wife.
th. He must learn to jump up and down and larrup 'em with it!"
I BUILD FOR MYSELF A MONUMENT MORE ENDURING THAN BRASS
As Sister Glory White had predicted, I "came down to it" at once and soon learned to perform the usual feminine miracles in the bread-tray and skillets. Our happiness did not differ from the happiness of other young married people except that it was abashed morning and evening with family prayers--occasions when Thomas, the cat, invariably arose with an air of outraged good-breeding and withdrew to the back yard. William had long, active, itinerating legs in those days, a slim, graceful body, a countenance like that of Sir Walter Raleigh and eyes that must have been like Saint John's. They were blue and had in them t
Wonderful, amusing, thought-provoking memoir of Mrs. Harris' married life as a preacher's wife in the turn of the century, rural South.