The social life of juvenile Carlisle centred in the day and
Sunday Schools. We were especially interested in our Sunday
School, for we were fortunate enough to be assigned to a teacher
who made our lessons so interesting that we no longer regarded
Sunday School attendance as a disagreeable weekly duty; but
instead looked forward to it with pleasure, and tried to carry
out our teacher's gentle precepts--at least on Mondays and
Tuesdays. I am afraid the remembrance grew a little dim the rest
of the week.

She was also deeply interested in missions; and one talk on this
subject inspired the Story Girl to do a little home missionary
work on her own account. The only thing she could think of,
along this line, was to persuade Peter to go to church.

Felicity did not approve of the design, and said so plainly.

"He won't know how to behave, for he's never been inside a church
door in his life," she warned the Story Girl. "He'll likely do
something awful, and then you'll feel ashamed and wish you'd
never asked him to go, and we'll all be disgraced. It's all
right to have our mite boxes for the heathen, and send
missionaries to them. They're far away and we don't have to
associate with them. But I don't want to have to sit in a pew
with a hired boy."

But the Story Girl undauntedly continued to coax the reluctant
Peter. It was not an easy matter. Peter did not come of a
churchgoing stock; and besides, he alleged, he had not yet made
up his mind whether to be a Presbyterian or a Methodist.