The Story Girl
Peter Goes To Church
There was no Sunday School the next afternoon, as superintendent and teachers wished to
attend a communion service at Markdale. The Carlisle service was in the evening, and at
sunset we were waiting at Uncle Alec's front door for Peter and the Story Girl.
None of the grown-ups were going to church. Aunt Olivia had a sick headache and Uncle
Roger stayed home with her. Aunt Janet and Uncle Alec had gone to the Markdale
service and had not yet returned.
Felicity and Cecily were wearing their new summer muslins for the first time--and were
acutely conscious of the fact. Felicity, her pink and white face shadowed by her drooping,
forget-me-not-wreathed, leghorn hat, was as beautiful as usual; but Cecily, having
tortured her hair with curl papers all night, had a rampant bush of curls all about her head
which quite destroyed the sweet, nun-like expression of her little features. Cecily
cherished a grudge against fate because she had not been given naturally curly hair as had
the other two girls. But she attained the desire of her heart on Sundays at least, and was
quite well satisfied. It was impossible to convince her that the satin smooth lustre of her
week-day tresses was much more becoming to her.
Presently Peter and the Story Girl appeared, and we were all more or less relieved to see
that Peter looked quite respectable, despite the indisputable patch on his trousers. His
face was rosy, his thick black curls were smoothly combed, and his tie was neatly bowed;
but it was his legs which we scrutinized most anxiously. At first glance they seemed well
enough; but closer inspection revealed something not altogether customary.
"What is the matter with your stockings, Peter?" asked Dan bluntly.
"Oh, I hadn't a pair without holes in the legs," answered Peter easily, "because ma hadn't
time to darn them this week. So I put on two pairs. The holes don't come in the same
places, and you'd never notice them unless you looked right close."
"Have you got a cent for collection?" demanded Felicity.
"I've got a Yankee cent. I s'pose it will do, won't it?"
Felicity shook her head vehemently.
"Oh, no, no. It may be all right to pass a Yankee cent on a store keeper or an egg peddler,
but it would never do for church."
"I'll have to go without any, then," said Peter. "I haven't another cent. I only get fifty
cents a week and I give it all to ma last night."