ment Day. The world and life were still before us, with all their potent lure of years unknown.
"I'll never believe anything I read in the papers again," said Dan, rushing to the opposite extreme.
"I told you the Bible was more to be depended on than the newspapers," said Cecily triumphantly.
Sara Ray and Peter and the Story Girl went home, and we went in to tea with royal appetites. Afterwards, as we dressed for Sunday School upstairs, our spirits carried us away to such an extent that Aunt Janet had to come twice to the foot of the stairs and inquire severely, "Children, have you forgotten what day this is?"
"Isn't it nice that we're going to live a spell longer in this nice world?" said Felix, as we walked down the hill.
"Yes, and Felicity and the Story Girl are speaking again," said Cecily happily.
"And Felicity did speak first," I said.
"Yes, but it took the Judgment Day to make her. I wish," added Cecily with a sigh, "that I hadn't been in quite such a hurry giving away my forget-me-not jug."
"And I wish I hadn't been in such a hurry deciding I'd be a Presbyterian," said Peter.
"Well, it's not too late for that," said Dan. "You can change your mind now."
"No, sir," said Peter with a flash of spirit, "I ain't one of the kind that says they'll be something just because they're scared, and when the scare is over go
221
