He did not write his sermon out . That , he averred , was too hard work . Nor did he mean to take a text . `` Why , who ever heard of a sermon without a text ? '' asked Felix blankly . `` I am going to take a SUBJECT instead of a text , '' said Peter loftily . `` I ai n't going to tie myself down to a text . And I 'm going to have heads in it -- three heads . You had n't a single head in yours , '' he added to me . `` Uncle Alec says that Uncle Edward says that heads are beginning to go out of fashion , '' I said defiantly -- all the more defiantly that I felt I should have had heads in my sermon . It would doubtless have made a much deeper impression . But the truth was I had forgotten all about such things . `` Well , I 'm going to have them , and I do n't care if they are unfashionable , '' said Peter . `` They 're good things . Aunt Jane used to say if a man did n't have heads and stick to them he 'd go wandering all over the Bible and never get anywhere in particular . '' `` What are you going to preach on ? '' asked Felix . `` You 'll find out next Sunday , '' said Peter significantly . The next Sunday was in October , and a lovely day it was , warm and bland as June . There was something in the fine , elusive air , that recalled beautiful , forgotten things and suggested delicate future hopes .
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