the golden road-第30节
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HOUSEHOLD DEPARTMENT
Aunt Olivia's wedding cake was said to be the best one of its kind ever tasted in Carlisle。 Me and mother made it。
ANXIOUS INQUIRER：It is not advisable to curl your hair with mucilage if you can get anything else。 Quince juice is better。 （CECILY； BITTERLY： 〃I suppose I'll never hear the last of that mucilage。〃 DAN： 〃Ask her who used tooth…powder to raise biscuits？〃）
We had rhubarb pies for the first time this spring last week。 They were fine but hard on the cream。
FELICITY KING。
ETIQUETTE DEPARTMENT
PATIENT SUFFERER：What will I do when a young man steals a lock of my hair？ Ans。：Grow some more。
No； F…l…x； a little caterpillar is not called a kittenpillar。 （FELIX； ENRAGED： 〃I never asked that！ Dan just makes that etiquette column up from beginning to end！〃 FELICITY： 〃I don't see what that kind of a question has to do with etiquette anyhow。〃）
Yes； P…t…r； it is quite proper to treat a lady friend to ice cream twice if you can afford it。
No； F…l…c…t…y； it is not ladylike to chew tobacco。 Better stick to spruce gum。
DAN KING。
FASHION NOTES
Frilled muslin aprons will be much worn this summer。 It is no longer fashionable to trim them with knitted lace。 One pocket is considered smart。
Clam…shells are fashionable keepsakes。 You write your name and the date inside one and your friend writes hers in the other and you exchange。
CECILY KING。
FUNNY PARAGRAPHS
MR。 PERKINS：〃Peter； name the large islands of the world。〃
PETER：〃The Island； the British Isles and Australia。〃 （PETER； DEFIANTLY： 〃Well； Mr。 Perkins said he guessed I was right； so you needn't laugh。〃）
This is a true joke and really happened。 It's about Mr。 Samuel Clask again。 He was once leading a prayer meeting and he looked through the window and saw the constable driving up and guessed he was after him because he was always in debt。 So in a great hurry he called on Brother Casey to lead in prayer and while Brother Casey was praying with his eyes shut and everybody else had their heads bowed Mr。 Clask got out of the window and got away before the constable got in because he didn't like to come in till the prayer was finished。
Uncle Roger says it was a smart trick on Mr。 Clask's part； but I don't think there was much religion about it。
FELIX KING。
CHAPTER XXI
PEG BOWEN COMES TO CHURCH
When those of us who are still left of that band of children who played long years ago in the old orchard and walked the golden road together in joyous companionship； foregather now and again in our busy lives and talk over the events of those many merry moons there are some of our adventures that gleam out more vividly in memory than the others； and are oftener discussed。 The time we bought God's picture from Jerry Cowanthe time Dan ate the poison berriesthe time we heard the ghostly bell ringthe bewitchment of Paddythe visit of the Governor's wifeand the night we were lost in the stormall awaken reminiscent jest and laughter； but none more than the recollection of the Sunday Peg Bowen came to church and sat in our pew。 Though goodness knows； as Felicity would say； we did not think it any matter for laughter at the timefar from it。
It was one Sunday evening in July。 Uncle Alec and Aunt Janet； having been out to the morning service； did not attend in the evening； and we small fry walked together down the long hill road； wearing Sunday attire and trying； more or less successfully； to wear Sunday faces also。 Those walks to church； through the golden completeness of the summer evenings； were always very pleasant to us； and we never hurried； though； on the other hand； we were very careful not to be late。
This particular evening was particularly beautiful。 It was cool after a hot day； and wheat fields all about us were ripening to their harvestry。 The wind gossiped with the grasses along our way； and over them the buttercups danced； goldenly…glad。 Waves of sinuous shadow went over the ripe hayfields； and plundering bees sang a freebooting lilt in wayside gardens。
〃The world is so lovely tonight；〃 said the Story Girl。 〃I just hate the thought of going into the church and shutting all the sunlight and music outside。 I wish we could have the service outside in summer。〃
〃I don't think that would be very religious；〃 said Felicity。
〃I'd feel ever so much more religious outside than in；〃 retorted the Story Girl。
〃If the service was outside we'd have to sit in the graveyard and that wouldn't be very cheerful；〃 said Felix。
〃Besides； the music isn't shut out；〃 added Felicity。 〃The choir is inside。〃
〃'Music has charms to soothe a savage breast；'〃 quoted Peter； who was getting into the habit of adorning his conversation with similar gems。 〃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。 Marwood's vacation never amounts to much。 I know an awfully funny story about old Mr。 Davidson。 He used to be the minister in Baywater； you know； and he had a large family and his children were very mischievous。 One day his wife was ironing and she ironed a great big nightcap with a frill round it。 One of the children took it when she wasn't looking and hid it in his father's best beaver hatthe one he wore on Sundays。 When Mr。 Davidson went to church next Sunday he put the hat on without ever looking into the crown。 He walked to church in a brown study and at the door he took off his hat。 The nightcap just slipped down on his head； as if it had been put on； and the frill stood out around his face and the string hung down his back。 But he never noticed it； because his thoughts were far away； and he walked up the church aisle and into the pulpit； like that。 One of his elders had to tiptoe up and tell him what he had on his head。 He plucked it off in a dazed fashion； held it up； and looked at it。 'Bless me； it is Sally's nightcap！' he exclaimed mildly。 'I do not know how I could have got it on。' Then he just stuffed it into his pocket calmly and went on with the service； and the long strings of the nightcap hung down out of his pocket all the time。〃
〃It seems to me；〃 said Peter； amid the laughter with which we greeted the tale； 〃that a funny story is funnier when it is about a minister than it is about any other man。 I wonder why。〃
〃Sometimes I don't think it is right to tell funny stories about ministers；〃 said Felicity。 〃It certainly isn't respectful。〃
〃A good story is a good storyno matter who it's about；〃 said the Story Girl with ungrammatical relish。
There was as yet no one in the church when we reached it； so we took our accustomed ramble through the graveyard surrounding it。 The Story Girl had brought flowers for her mother's grave as usual； and while she arranged them on it the rest of us read for the hundredth time the epitaph on Great…Grandfather King's tombstone； which had been composed by Great…Grandmother King。 That epitaph was quite famous among the little family traditions that entwine every household with mingled mirth and sorrow； smiles and tears。 It had a perennial fascination for us and we read it over every Sunday。 Cut deeply in the upright slab of red Island sandstone； the epitaph ran as follows：
SWEET DEPARTED SPIRIT
Do receive the vows a grateful widow pays； Each future day and night shall hear her speak her Isaac's praise。 Though thy beloved form must in the grave decay Yet from her heart thy memory no time； no change shall steal away。 Do thou from mansions of eternal bliss Remember thy distressed relict。 Look on her with an angel's love Soothe her sad life and cheer her end Through this world's dangers and its griefs。 Then meet her with thy well…known smiles and welcome At the last great day。
〃Well； I can't make out what the old lady was driving at；〃 said Dan。
〃That's a nice way to speak of your great…grandmother；〃 said Felicity severely。
〃How does The Family Guide say y
