But we went . Uncle Roger was in his barn-yard , hitching his black mare into the buggy . His copy of the Enterprise was sticking out of his pocket . He looked , as we saw with sinking hearts , unusually grave and preoccupied . There was not a glimmer of a smile about his face . `` You ask him , '' said Felicity , nudging the Story Girl . `` Uncle Roger , '' said the Story Girl , the golden notes of her voice threaded with fear and appeal . `` the Enterprise says that to-morrow is the Judgment Day ? IS it ? Do YOU think it is ? '' `` I 'm afraid so , '' said Uncle Roger gravely . `` The Enterprise is always very careful to print only reliable news . '' `` But mother does n't believe it , '' cried Felicity . Uncle Roger shook his head . `` That is just the trouble , '' he said . `` People wo n't believe it till it 's too late . I 'm going straight to Markdale to pay a man there some money I owe him , and after dinner I 'm going to Summerside to buy me a new suit . My old one is too shabby for the Judgment Day . '' He got into his buggy and drove away , leaving eight distracted mortals behind him . `` Well , I suppose that settles it , '' said Peter , in despairing tone .
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