"Oh, I hadn't a pair without holes in the legs," answered Peter
easily, "because ma hadn't time to darn them this week. So I put
on two pairs. The holes don't come in the same places, and you'd
never notice them unless you looked right close."

"Have you got a cent for collection?" demanded Felicity.

"I've got a Yankee cent. I s'pose it will do, won't it?"

Felicity shook her head vehemently.

"Oh, no, no. It may be all right to pass a Yankee cent on a
store keeper or an egg peddler, but it would never do for
church."

"I'll have to go without any, then," said Peter. "I haven't
another cent. I only get fifty cents a week and I give it all to
ma last night."

But Peter must have a cent. Felicity would have given him one
herself--and she was none too lavish of her coppers--rather than
have him go without one. Dan, however, lent him one, on the
distinct understanding that it was to be repaid the next week.

Uncle Roger wandered by at this moment and, beholding Peter,
said,

"'Is Saul also among the prophets?' What can have induced you to
turn church-goer, Peter, when all Olivia's gentle persuasions