“I don’t remember that I ever have passed that house,” he said, “without hearing some one singing. Does it go on all the time?”
Yes, unless mother is sick.”
“And what is it all about?”
“Oh just joy! Gladness that we are alive, that we have things to do that we like, and praising the Lord.”
“Umph!” Said Mr. Pryor.
“It’s just letting out what our hearts are full of, “I told him. “Don’t you know that song: ‘Tis the old time religion
And you cannot keep it still?’ “