As for that poor , unlucky Peter , the shame of his countenance was pitiful to behold . He never lifted his head for the remainder of the service ; and he followed us down the aisle and across the graveyard like a beaten dog . None of us uttered a word until we reached the road , lying in the white moonshine of the May night . Then Felicity broke the tense silence by remarking to the Story Girl , `` I told you so ! '' The Story Girl made no response . Peter sidled up to her . `` I 'm awful sorry , '' he said contritely . `` I never meant to laugh . It just happened before I could stop myself . It was this way -- '' `` Do n't you ever speak to me again , '' said the Story Girl , in a tone of cold concentrated fury . `` Go and be a Methodist , or a Mohammedan , or ANYTHING ! I do n't care what you are ! You have HUMILIATED me ! '' She marched off with Sara Ray , and Peter dropped back to us with a frightened face . `` What is it I 've done to her ? '' he whispered . `` What does that big word mean ? '' `` Oh , never mind , '' I said crossly -- for I felt that Peter HAD disgraced us -- `` She 's just mad -- and no wonder . Whatever made you act so crazy , Peter ? '' `` Well , I did n't mean to .
And I wanted XXXXX laugh twice before that and DID N'T .
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