It was the day I was sitting up in the gallery." "Well, I hope if you ever do the like again you won't do it in OUR pew," said Felicity severely.
"I ain't going to do it at all," said Peter.

"I felt sort of mean all the rest of the day." "I shall try not to be vexed when people interrupt me when I'm telling stories," wrote the Story Girl.

"but it will be hard," she added with a sigh.
"I never mind being interrupted," said Felicity.
"I shall try to be cheerful and smiling all the time," wrote Cecily.
"You are, anyway," said Sara Ray loyally.
"I don't believe we ought to be cheerful ALL the time," said the Story Girl.

"The Bible says we ought to weep with those who weep." "But maybe it means that we're to weep cheerfully," suggested Cecily.
"Sorter as if you were thinking, 'I'm very sorry for you but I'm mighty glad I'm not in the scrape too,'" said Dan.
"Dan, don't be irreverent," rebuked Felicity.
"I know a story about old Mr.and Mrs.Davidson of Markdale," said the Story Girl.

"She was always smiling and it used to aggravate her husband, so one day he said very crossly, 'Old lady, what ARE you grinning at ?' 'Oh, well, Abiram, everything's so bright and pleasant, I've just got to smile.' "Not long after there came a time when everything went wrong--the crop failed and their best cow died, and Mrs.Davidson had rheumatism; and finally Mr.Davidson fell and broke his leg.