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ld； but after that I'm to stay home and go to school right along and learn to be whatever I'd like to be。 I tell you it made me feel queer。 Everything seemed to be upset。 But he gave ma forty dollarsevery cent he hadso I guess he really is converted。〃
〃I hope it will last； I'm sure；〃 said Felicity。 She did not say it nastily； however。 We were all glad for Peter's sake； though a little dizzy over the unexpectedness of it all。
〃This is what I'D like to know；〃 said Peter。 〃How did Peg Bowen know my father was coming home？ Don't you tell me she isn't a witch after that。〃
〃And she knew about your Aunt Olivia's wedding； too；〃 added Sara Ray。
〃Oh； well； she likely heard that from some one。 Grown up folks talk things over long before they tell them to children；〃 said Cecily。
〃Well； she couldn't have heard father was coming home from any one；〃 answered Peter。 〃He was converted up in Maine； where nobody knew him； and he never told a soul he was coming till he got here。 No； you can believe what you like； but I'm satisfied at last that Peg is a witch and that skull of hers does tell her things。 She told me father was coming home and he come！〃
〃How happy you must be；〃 sighed Sara Ray romantically。 〃It's just like that story in the Family Guide； where the missing earl comes home to his family just as the Countess and Lady Violetta are going to be turned out by the cruel heir。〃
Felicity sniffed。
〃There's some difference； I guess。 The earl had been imprisoned for years in a loathsome dungeon。〃
Perhaps Peter's father had too； if we but realized itimprisoned in the dungeon of his own evil appetites and habits； than which none could be more loathsome。 But a Power； mightier than the forces of evil； had struck off his fetters and led him back to his long…forfeited liberty and light。 And no countess or lady of high degree could have welcomed a long…lost earl home more joyfully than the tired little washerwoman had welcomed the erring husband of her youth。
But in Peter's ointment of joy there was a fly or two。 So very； very few things are flawless in this world； even on the golden road。
〃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 itkind 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。
〃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。 I did not mean to eavesdrop。 I supposed they knew I was there until Cecily overwhelmed me with indignation later on。
〃I'm so afraid； Cecily； that I'm going to be homely all my life；〃 said poor Sara with a tremble in her voice。 〃You can stand being ugly when you are young if you have any hope of being better looking when you grow up。 But I'm getting worse。 Aunt Mary says I'm going to be the very image of Aunt Matilda。 And Aunt Matilda is as homely as she can be。 It isn't〃and poor Sara sighed〃a very cheerful prospect。 If I am ugly nobody will ever want to marry me； and；〃 concluded Sara candidly； 〃I don't want to be an old maid。〃
〃But plenty of girls get married who aren't a bit pretty；〃 comforted Cecily。 〃Besides； you are real nice looking at times； Sara。 I think you are going to have a nice figure。〃
〃But just look at my hands；〃 moaned Sara。 〃They're simply covered with warts。〃
〃Oh； the warts will all disappear before you grow up；〃 said Cecily。
〃But they won't disappear before the school concert。 How am I to get up there and recite？ You know there is one line in my recitation； 'She waved her lily…white hand；' and I have to wave mine when I say it。 Fancy waving a lily…white hand all covered with warts。 I've tried every remedy I ever heard of； but nothing does any good。 Judy Pineau said if I rubbed them with toad…spit it would take them away for sure。 But how am I to get any toad… spit？〃
〃It doesn't sound like a very nice remedy； anyhow；〃 shuddered Cecily。 〃I'd rather have the warts。 But do you know； I believe if you didn't cry so much over every little thing； you'd be ever so much better looking。 Crying spoils your eyes and makes the end of your nose red。〃
〃I can't help crying；〃 protested Sara。 〃My feelings are so very sensitive。 I've given up trying to keep THAT resolution。〃
〃Well； men don't like cry…babies；〃 said Cecily sagely。 Cecily had a good deal of Mother Eve's wisdom tucked away in that smooth； brown head of hers。
〃Cecily； do you ever intend to be married？〃 asked Sara in a confidential tone。
〃Goodness！〃 cried Cecily； quite shocked。 〃It will be time enough when I grow up to think of that； Sara。〃
〃I should think you'd have to think of it now； with Cyrus Brisk as crazy after you as he is。〃
〃I wish Cyrus Brisk was at the bottom of the Red Sea；〃 exclaimed Cecily； goaded into a spurt of temper by mention of the detested name。
〃What has Cyrus been doing now？〃 asked Felicity； coming around the corner of the hedge。
〃Doing NOW！ It's ALL the time。 He just worries me to death；〃 returned Cecily angrily。 〃He keeps writing me letters and putting them in my desk or in my reader。 I never answer one of them； but he keeps on。 And in the last one； mind you； he said he'd do something desperate right off if I wouldn't promise to marry him when we grew up。〃
〃Just think； Cecily； you've had a proposal already；〃 said Sara Ray in an awe…struck tone。
〃But he hasn't done anything desperate yet； and that was last week；〃 commented Felicity； with a toss of her head。
〃He sent me a lock of his hair and wanted one of mine in exchange；〃 continued Cecily indignantly。 〃I tell you I sent his back to him pretty quick。〃
〃Did you never answer any of his letters？〃 asked Sara Ray。
〃No； indeed！ I guess not！〃
〃Do you know；〃 said Felicity； 〃I believe if you wrote him just once and told him your exact opinion of him in good plain English it would cure him of his nonsense。〃
〃I couldn't do that。 I haven't enough spunk；〃 confessed Cecily with a blush。 〃But I'll tell you what I did do once。 He wrote me a long letter last week。 It was just awfully SOFT； and every other word was spelled wrong。 He even spelled baking soda； 'bacon soda！'〃
〃What on earth had he to say about baking soda in a love…letter？〃 asked Felicity。
〃Oh； he said his mother sent him to the store for some and he forgot it because he was thinking about me。 Well； I just took his letter and wrote in all the words； spelled right； above the wrong ones； in red ink； just as Mr。 Perkins makes us do with our dictation exercises； and sent it back to him。 I thought maybe he'd feel insulted and stop writing to me。〃
〃And did he？〃
〃No； he didn't。 It is my opinion you can't insult Cyrus Brisk。 He is too thick…skinned。 He wrote another letter； and thanked me for correcting his mistakes； and said it made him feel glad because it showed I was beginning to take an interest in him when