"Well, I ain't going to church till I've made up my mind whether
I'm going to be a Methodist or a Presbyterian. Aunt Jane was a
Methodist. My mother ain't much of anything but I mean to be
something. It's more respectable to be a Methodist or a
Presbyterian, or SOMETHING, than not to be anything. When I've
settled what I'm to be I'm going to church same as you."

"That's not the same as being BORN something," said Felicity
loftily.

"I think it's a good deal better to pick your own religion than
have to take it just because it was what your folks had,"
retorted Peter.

"Now, never mind quarrelling," said Cecily. "You leave Peter
alone, Felicity. Peter, this is Beverley King, and this is
Felix. And we're all going to be good friends and have a lovely
summer together. Think of the games we can have! But if you go
squabbling you'll spoil it all. Peter, what are you going to do
to-day?"

"Harrow the wood field and dig your Aunt Olivia's flower beds."

"Aunt Olivia and I planted sweet peas yesterday," said the Story
Girl, "and I planted a little bed of my own. I am NOT going to
dig them up this year to see if they have sprouted. It is bad
for them. I shall try to cultivate patience, no matter how long
they are coming up."