Laura's father is telling her a story about being good on Sunday.
The boys were not allowed to work or play on Sunday, but they had sneaked out of the house to ride on their sledge. When they slid down the hill they hit a very surprised pig and it squealed loudly. They slid quickly past the house, the pig sitting in front, then James, then George, then Grandfather. Their father heard the noise and came to the door. The boys saw their father standing in the doorway looking at them. They couldn't stop, they couldn't hide and they couldn't say anything. They knew that they were in trouble. Down the hill they went, the pig sitting on James and squealing loudly all the way.
At the bottom of the hill they stopped. The pig jumped off James and ran into the woods (forest), still squealing. “Squee-ee-ee-ee-ee! Squee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee!”
The boys walked slowly and quietly up the hill. They put the sledge away. They quietly walked into the house and sat quietly in their places on the bench. Their father was reading his Bible. He looked up at them without saying a word.
Then he went on reading and they studied their Christian textbook.
But when the sun went down and the Sabbath day (Sunday) was over, their father took them out to the woodshed. He took a long stick and beat each one of them on the back, first James, then George and then your grandfather.
“So you see, Laura and Mary,” Her father said, “you may find it hard to be good, but you should be glad that it isn't as hard to be good now as it was when your grandfather was a boy.”
(The original book is in the public domain under Hong Kong copyright law. This simplified copy is under my new copyright.)