says Carl had a frog in his pocket in Sunday School last Sunday
and it hopped out while she was hearing the lesson. She says
she's going to give up the class. Why don't you keep your
insecks home?"

"I popped it right back in again," said Carl. "It didn't hurt
anybody--a poor little frog! And I wish old Jane Drew WOULD give
up our class. I hate her. Her own nephew had a dirty plug of
tobacco in his pocket and offered us fellows a chew when Elder
Clow was praying. I guess that's worse than a frog."

"No, 'cause frogs are more unexpected-like. They make more of a
sensation. 'Sides, he wasn't caught at it. And then that
praying competition you had last week has made a fearful scandal.
Everybody is talking about it."

"Why, the Blythes were in that as well as us," cried Faith,
indignantly. "It was Nan Blythe who suggested it in the first
place. And Walter took the prize."

"Well, you get the credit of it any way. It wouldn't have been
so bad if you hadn't had it in the graveyard."

"I should think a graveyard was a very good place to pray in,"
retorted Jerry.

"Deacon Hazard drove past when YOU were praying," said Mary, "and
he saw and heard you, with your hands folded over your stomach,
and groaning after every sentence. He thought you were making
fun of HIM."