"No, I didn't dare. I was scared he'd say I'd have to be a Methodist."
"Well, Methodists are pretty near as good as Presbyterians," said
Felicity, with the air of one making a great concession.
"I guess they're every bit as good," retorted Peter. "But that
ain't the point. I've got to be a Presbyterian, 'cause I stick to
a thing when I once decide it. But I expect father will be mad
when he finds out."
"If he's converted he oughtn't to get mad," said Dan.
"Well, lots o' people do. But if he isn't mad he'll be sorry, and
that'll be even worse, for a Presbyterian I'm bound to be. But I
expect it will make things unpleasant."
"You needn't tell him anything about it," advised Felicity. "Just
keep quiet and go to the Methodist church until you get big, and
then you can go where you please."
"No, that wouldn't be honest," said Peter sturdily. "My Aunt Jane
always said it was best to be open and above board in everything,
and especially in religion. So I'll tell father right out, but
I'll wait a few weeks so as not to spoil things for ma too soon if
he acts up."
Peter was not the only one who had secret cares. Sara Ray was
beginning to feel worried over her looks. I heard her and Cecily
talking over their troubles one evening while I was weeding the
onion bed and they were behind the hedge knitting lace.
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