`` I 'll have to go without any , then , '' said Peter . `` I have n't another cent . I only get fifty cents a week and I give it all to ma last night . '' But Peter must have a cent . Felicity would have given him one herself -- and she was none too lavish of her coppers -- rather than have him go without one . Dan , however , lent him one , on the distinct understanding that it was to be repaid the next week . Uncle Roger wandered by at this moment and , beholding Peter , said , '' ` Is Saul also among the prophets ? ' What can have induced you to turn church-goer , Peter , when all Olivia 's gentle persuasions were of no avail ? The old , old argument I suppose -- ` beauty draws us with a single hair . ' '' Uncle Roger looked quizzically at Felicity . We did not know what his quotations meant , but we understood he thought Peter was going to church because of Felicity . Felicity tossed her head . `` It is n't my fault that he 's going to church , '' she said snappishly . `` It 's the Story Girl 's doings . '' Uncle Roger sat down on the doorstep , and gave himself over to one of the silent , inward paroxysms of laughter we all found so very aggravating . He shook his big , blond head , shut his eyes , and murmured , `` Not her fault ! Oh , Felicity , Felicity , you 'll be the death of your dear Uncle yet if you do n't watch out . '' Felicity started off indignantly , and we followed , picking up Sara Ray at the foot of the hill . The Carlisle church was a very old-fashioned one , with a square , ivy-hung tower . It was shaded by tall elms , and the graveyard surrounded it completely , many of the graves being directly under its windows .
We always took the corner path through it , passing the King plot where our kindred XXXXX four generations slept in a green solitude of wavering light and shadow .
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