"That's in one of Shakespeare's plays. I'm reading
them now, since I got through with the Bible. They're great."
"I don't see when you get time to read them," said Felicity.
"Oh, I read them Sunday afternoons when I'm home."
"I don't believe they're fit to read on Sundays," exclaimed
Felicity. "Mother says Valeria Montague's stories ain't."
"But Shakespeare's different from Valeria," protested Peter.
"I don't see in what way. He wrote a lot of things that weren't
true, just like Valeria, and he wrote swear words too. Valeria
never does that. Her characters all talk in a very refined
fashion."
"Well, I always skip the swear words," said Peter. "And Mr.
Marwood said once that the Bible and Shakespeare would furnish any
library well. So you see he put them together, but I'm sure that
he would never say that the Bible and Valeria would make a
library."
"Well, all I know is, I shall never read Shakespeare on Sunday,"
said Felicity loftily.
"I wonder what kind of a preacher young Mr. Davidson is,"
speculated Cecily.
"Well, we'll know when we hear him tonight," said the Story Girl.
"He ought to be good, for his uncle before him was a fine
preacher, though a very absent-minded man. But Uncle Roger says
the supply in Mr.
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