`` I want to find the easiest way . And I 've got a hankering after the Methodists . My Aunt Jane was a Methodist . '' `` Is n't she one still ? '' asked Felicity pertly . `` Well , I do n't know exactly . She 's dead , '' said Peter rebukingly . `` Do people go on being just the same after they 're dead ? '' `` No , of course not . They 're angels then -- not Methodists or anything , but just angels . That is , if they go to heaven . '' `` S'posen they went to the other place ? '' But Felicity 's theology broke down at this point . She turned her back on Peter and walked disdainfully away . The Story Girl returned to the main point with a new argument . `` We have such a lovely minister , Peter . He looks just like the picture of St. John my father sent me , only he is old and his hair is white . I know you 'd like him . And even if you are going to be a Methodist it wo n't hurt you to go to the Presbyterian church . The nearest Methodist church is six miles away , at Markdale , and you ca n't attend there just now .
Go XXXXX the Presbyterian church until you 're old enough to have a horse . ''
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