"Of course I'm awful glad that father has come back and that ma
won't have to wash any more," he said with a sigh, "but there are
two things that kind of worry me. My Aunt Jane always said that
it didn't do any good to worry, and I s'pose it don't, but it's
kind of a relief."
"What's worrying you?" asked Felix.
"Well, for one thing I'll feel awful bad to go away from you all.
I'll miss you just dreadful, and I won't even be able to go to the
same school. I'll have to go to Markdale school."
"But you must come and see us often," said Felicity graciously.
"Markdale isn't so far away, and you could spend every other
Saturday afternoon with us anyway."
Peter's black eyes filled with adoring gratitude.
"That's so kind of you, Felicity. I'll come as often as I can, of
course; but it won't be the same as being around with you all the
time. The other thing is even worse. You see, it was a Methodist
revival father got converted in, and so of course he joined the
Methodist church. He wasn't anything before. He used to say he
was a Nothingarian and lived up to it--kind of bragging like. But
he's a strong Methodist now, and is going to go to Markdale
Methodist church and pay to the salary. Now what'll he say when I
tell him I'm a Presbyterian?"
"You haven't told him, yet?" asked the Story Girl.
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