them caught fire, when he was burning brush, and burned off, and
every one thought he'd HAVE to shave the other off then. But he
didn't and just went round with one whisker till the burned one
grew out. And then Celia gave in and took him, because she saw
there wasn't no hope of HIM ever giving in. I just remembered
that story, and I thought I could see him, taking up the cents so
solemn, with one long whisker; and the laugh just laughed itself
before I could help it."

We all exploded with laughter on the spot, much to the horror of
Mrs. Abraham Ward, who was just driving past, and who came up
the next day and told Aunt Janet we had "acted scandalous" on the
road home from church. We felt ashamed ourselves, because we
knew people should conduct themselves decently and in order on
Sunday farings-forth. But, as with Peter, it "had laughed
itself."

Even Felicity laughed. Felicity was not nearly so angry with
Peter as might have been expected. She even walked beside him
and let him carry her Bible. They talked quite confidentially.
Perhaps she forgave him the more easily, because he had justified
her in her predictions, and thus afforded her a decided triumph
over the Story Girl.

"I'm going to keep on going to church," Peter told her. "I like
it. Sermons are more int'resting than I thought, and I like the
singing. I wish I could make up my mind whether to be a
Presbyterian or a Methodist. I s'pose I might ask the ministers
about it."