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" He turned to his grandmother. "Ought to
hear her do this rag--I've been teaching her double-bass."
Missy shrank back as he placed the rag-time on the music-rest.
"Oh, I'd rather not--to-day."
Pete smiled down at her--his amiable but condescending smile.
"What's the matter with to-day?" he asked.
Missy blushed again.
"Oh, I don't know--I just don't feel that way, I guess."
"Don't feel that way?" repeated Pete. "You're temperamental, are
you? How do you feel, Missy?"
Missy feared she was letting herself in for embarrassment; but this
was a holy subject. So she made herself answer:
"I guess I feel religious."
Pete shouted. "She feels religious! That's a good one! She guesses
she--"
"Peter, you should be ashamed of yourself!" reproved his
grandmother.
"She's a scream!" he insisted. "Religious! That kid!"
"Well," defended Missy, timid and puzzled, but wounded to unwonted
bravery, "isn't it proper to feel like that on the Sabbath?"
Pete shouted again.
"Peter--stop that! You should be ashamed of yourself!" It was his
grandfather this time.


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