Her behaviour for the next half-hour was decorum
itself, save that when the minister prayed that we might all be
charitable in judgment Peg ejaculated "Amen" several times, loudly
and forcibly, somewhat to the discomfiture of the Young man, to
whom Peg was a stranger. He opened his eyes, glanced at our pew
in a startled way, then collected himself and went on.
Peg listened to the sermon, silently and motionlessly, until Mr.
Davidson was half through. Then she suddenly got on her feet.
"This is too dull for me," she exclaimed. "I want something more
exciting."
Mr. Davidson stopped short and Peg marched down the aisle in the
midst of complete silence. Half way down the aisle she turned
around and faced the minister.
"There are so many hypocrites in this church that it isn't fit for
decent people to come to," she said. "Rather than be such
hypocrites as most of you are it would be better for you to go
miles into the woods and commit suicide."
Wheeling about, she strode to the door. Then she turned for a
Parthian shot.
"I've felt kind of worried for God sometimes, seeing He has so
much to attend to," she said, "but I see I needn't be, so long's
there's plenty of ministers to tell Him what to do."
With that Peg shook the dust of Carlisle church from her feet.
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