over something. I have never thought _I_ was, and so I go calmly
along. Not but what it has sometimes occurred to me that things
might be run a little better than they are. But it is not for us
poor worms to nourish such thoughts. They only make us
uncomfortable and do not get us anywhere."

"I don't see that anything can be done--now--" said Anne, pulling
out a nice, cushiony chair for Miss Cornelia. "But how in the
world did Mr. Vickers allow that letter to be printed? Surely he
should have known better."

"Why, he's away, Anne dearie--he's been away to New Brunswick for
a week. And that young scalawag of a Joe Vickers is editing the
_Journal_ in his absence. Of course, Mr. Vickers would never
have put it in, even if he is a Methodist, but Joe would just
think it a good joke. As you say, I don't suppose there is
anything to be done now, only live it down. But if I ever get
Joe Vickers cornered somewhere I'll give him a talking to he
won't forget in a hurry. I wanted Marshall to stop our
subscription to the _Journal_ instantly, but he only laughed and
said that to-day's issue was the only one that had had anything
readable in it for a year. Marshall never will take anything
seriously--just like a man. Fortunately, Evan Boyd is like that,
too. He takes it as a joke and is laughing all over the place
about it. And he's another Methodist! As for Mrs. Burr of Upper
Glen, of course she will be furious and they will leave the
church. Not that it will be a great loss from any point of view.
The Methodists are quite welcome to THEM."

"It serves Mrs. Burr right," said Susan, who had an old feud with