"Darn it, I won't give up going to the Methodist prayer meeting,"
cried Jerry. "It's ten times more fun than ours is."

"You said a naughty word," cried Faith. "NOW, you've got to
punish yourself."

"Not till it's all down in black and white. We're only talking
the club over. It isn't really formed until we've written it out
and signed it. There's got to be a constitution and by-laws.
And you KNOW there's nothing wrong in going to a prayer meeting."

"But it's not only the wrong things we're to punish ourselves
for, but anything that might hurt father."

"It won't hurt anybody. You know Mrs. Elliott is cracked on the
subject of Methodists. Nobody else makes any fuss about my
going. I always behave myself. You ask Jem or Mrs. Blythe and
see what they say. I'll abide by their opinion. I'm going for
the paper now and I'll bring out the lantern and we'll all sign."

Fifteen minutes later the document was solemnly signed on
Hezekiah Pollock's tombstone, on the centre of which stood the
smoky manse lantern, while the children knelt around it. Mrs.
Elder Clow was going past at the moment and next day all the Glen
heard that the manse children had been having another praying
competition and had wound it up by chasing each other all over
the graves with a lantern. This piece of embroidery was probably
suggested by the fact that, after the signing and sealing was
completed, Carl had taken the lantern and had walked
circumspectly to the little hollow to examine his ant-hill. The