I'm not going to Sunday School or church at all.

I'm going up to play with the Cottons.

They told me yesterday they weren't going to Sunday School today, 'cause their mother was away and there was nobody to make them.

Come along, Dora, we'll have a great time." "I don't want to go," protested Dora.
"You've got to," said Davy.

"If you don't come I'll tell Marilla that Frank Bell kissed you in school last Monday." "I couldn't help it.