"We'd better choose Saturday because there is no school to
interfere," suggested Una.

"And spoil the one holiday in the week," cried Faith. "Not much!
No, let's take Friday. That's fish day, anyhow, and we all hate
fish. We may as well have all the disagreeable things in one
day. Then other days we can go ahead and have a good time."

"Nonsense," said Jerry authoritatively. "Such a scheme wouldn't
work at all. We'll just punish ourselves as we go along and keep
a clear slate. Now, we all understand, don't we? This is a
Good-Conduct Club, for the purpose of bringing ourselves up. We
agree to punish ourselves for bad conduct, and always to stop
before we do anything, no matter what, and ask ourselves if it is
likely to hurt dad in any way, and any one who shirks is to be
cast out of the club and never allowed to play with the rest of
us in Rainbow Valley again. Jem Blythe to be umpire in case of
disputes. No more taking bugs to Sunday School, Carl, and no
more chewing gum in public, if you please, Miss Faith."

"No more making fun of elders praying or going to the Methodist
prayer meeting," retorted Faith.

"Why, it isn't any harm to go to the Methodist prayer meeting,"
protested Jerry in amazement.

"Mrs. Elliott says it is, She says manse children have no
business to go anywhere but to Presbyterian things."