I honestly supposed that the New
Testament forbade the cultivation of cucumbers.
And "Galilee" I understood as a mispronunciation of "gallery."
"Going up into Galilee" I interpreted into clattering up the
uncarpeted stairs in the meeting-house porch, as the boys did,
with their squeaking brogans, looking as restless as imprisoned
monkeys after they had got into those conspicuous seats, where
they behaved as if they thought nobody could see their pranks. I
did not think it could be at all nice to "go up into Galilee."
I had an "Aunt Nancy," an uncle's wife, to whom I was sometimes
sent for safe-keeping when house-cleaning or anything unusual was
going on at home. She was a large-featured woman, with a very
deep masculine voice, and she conducted family worship herself,
kneeling at prayer, which was not the Orthodox custom.
She always began by saying,--
"Oh Lord, Thou knowest that we are all groveling worms of the
dust." I thought she meant that we all looked like wriggling red
earthworms, and tried to make out the resemblance in my mind, but
could not.
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