as he had been taught to do, the first and last verses of the Morning
Hymn:

"Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

"Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost."

He ran downstairs. In this queer house the stairs led right down
into the kitchen. The front door, too, opened into the kitchen,
which was really a slate-paved hall, with a long table set between
the doorway and the big open hearth. The floor was always strewn
with sand; there was no trouble about this, for the wind blew plenty
under the door.

Taffy found the table laid, and his mother busily slicing bread for
his bread and milk. He begged for a hot cake from the hearth, and
ran out of doors to eat it. Humility lifted the latch for him, for
the cake was so hot that he had to pass it from hand to hand.

Outside, the wind came upon him with a clap on the shoulder, quite
as if it had been a comrade waiting.

Taffy ran down the path and out upon the sandy hummocks, setting his
face to the wind and the roar of the sea, keeping his head low, and