"All our Sundays were exactly alike. They began on Saturday night after Bong the Chinaboy had washed up and gone away, after our toys, dolls and books, all but The Peep of Day and Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress had been stored away in drawers and boxes till Monday, and every Bible and prayer book in the house was puffing itself out, looking more important every minute." (3)
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