That is all , Uncle Alec . '' `` All ! I do n't know what the result will be to that nervous delicate child . She is shrieking in there and nothing will quiet her . What do you mean by playing such a game on Sunday , and making a jest of sacred things ? No , not a word -- '' for the Story Girl had attempted to speak . `` You and Peter march off home . And the next time I find you up to such doings on Sunday or any other day I 'll give you cause to remember it to your latest hour . '' The Story Girl and Peter went humbly home and we went with them . `` I CA N'T understand grown-up people , '' said Felix despairingly . `` When Uncle Edward preached sermons it was all right , but when we do it it is ` making a jest of sacred things . ' And I heard Uncle Alec tell a story once about being nearly frightened to death when he was a little boy , by a minister preaching on the end of the world ; and he said , ` That was something like a sermon . You do n't hear such sermons nowadays . ' But when Peter preaches just such a sermon , it 's a very different story . '' `` It 's no wonder we ca n't understand the grown-ups , '' said the Story Girl indignantly , `` because we 've never been grown-up ourselves . But THEY have been children , and I do n't see why they ca n't understand us . Of course , perhaps we should n't have had the contest on Sundays . But all the same I think it 's mean of Uncle Alec to be so cross . Oh , I do hope poor Sara wo n't have to be taken to the asylum . '' Poor Sara did not have to be .
She was eventually quieted down , and was as well as usual the next day ; and she humbly begged XXXXX 's pardon for spoiling his sermon .
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