I never thought I 'd get so fond of her . Not but what I see her faults and try to correct them . But she has never said one saucy word to me since she came to my house and she is a GREAT help -- for when all is said and done , Anne dearie , I am not so young as I once was , and there is no sense denying it . I was fifty-nine my last birthday . I do n't FEEL it , but there is no gainsaying the Family Bible . '' CHAPTER XXVII . A SACRED CONCERT In spite of Miss Cornelia 's new point of view she could not help feeling a little disturbed over the next performance of the manse children . In public she carried off the situation splendidly , saying to all the gossips the substance of what Anne had said in daffodil time , and saying it so pointedly and forcibly that her hearers found themselves feeling rather foolish and began to think that , after all , they were making too much of a childish prank . But in private Miss Cornelia allowed herself the relief of bemoaning it to Anne . `` Anne dearie , they had a CONCERT IN THE GRAVEYARD last Thursday evening , while the Methodist prayer meeting was going on . There they sat , on Hezekiah Pollock 's tombstone , and sang for a solid hour . Of course , I understand it was mostly hymns they sang , and it would n't have been quite so bad if they 'd done nothing else . But I 'm told they finished up with Polly Wolly Doodle at full length -- and that just when Deacon Baxter was praying . '' `` I was there that night , '' said Susan , '' and , although I did not say anything about it to you , Mrs. Dr. dear , I could not help thinking that it was a great pity they picked that particular evening . It was truly blood-curdling to hear them sitting there in that abode of the dead , shouting that frivolous song at the tops of their lungs . '' `` I do n't know what YOU were doing in a Methodist prayer meeting , '' said Miss Cornelia acidly . `` I have never found that Methodism was catching , '' retorted Susan stiffly . `` And , as I was going to say when I was interrupted , badly as I felt , I did NOT give in to the Methodists . When Mrs. Deacon Baxter said , as we came out , ` What a disgraceful exhibition ! ' I said , looking her fairly in the eye , ` They are all beautiful singers , and none of YOUR choir , Mrs. Baxter , ever bother themselves coming out to your prayer meeting , it seems .
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