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CHAPTER XIV. A PRODIGAL RETURNS
 Aunt Olivia and the Story Girl lived in a whirlwind of dressmaking after that, and enjoyed it hugely. Cecily and Felicity also had to have new dresses for the great event, and they talked of little else for a fortnight. Cecily declared that she hated to go to sleep because she was sure to dream that she was at Aunt Olivia’s wedding in her old faded gingham dress and a .  
“And no shoes or stockings,” she added, “and I can’t move, and everyone walks past and looks at my feet.”
 
“That’s only in a dream,” mourned Sara Ray, “but I may have to wear my last summer’s white dress to the wedding. It’s too short, but ma says it’s plenty good for this summer. I’ll be so if I have to wear it.”
 
“I’d rather not go at all than wear a dress that wasn’t nice,” said Felicity pleasantly.
 
“I’d go to the wedding if I had to go in my school dress,” cried Sara Ray. “I’ve never been to anything. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
 
“My Aunt Jane always said that if you were neat and tidy it didn’t matter whether you were dressed fine or not,” said Peter.
 
“I’m sick and tired of hearing about your Aunt Jane,” said Felicity crossly.
 
Peter looked grieved but held his peace. Felicity was very hard on him that spring, but his never wavered. Everything she said or did was right in Peter’s eyes.
 
“It’s all very well to be neat and tidy,” said Sara Ray, “but I like a little style too.”
 
“I think you’ll find your mother will get you a new dress after all,” comforted Cecily. “Anyway, nobody will notice you because everyone will be looking at the bride. Aunt Olivia will make a lovely bride. Just think how sweet she’ll look in a white silk dress and a floating veil.”
 
“She says she is going to have the ceremony performed out here in the under her own tree,” said the Story Girl. “Won’t that be romantic? It almost makes me feel like getting married myself.”
 
“What a way to talk,” Felicity, “and you only fifteen.”
 
“Lots of people have been married at fifteen,” laughed the Story Girl. “Lady Jane Gray was.”
 
“But you are always saying that Valeria H. Montague’s stories are silly and not true to life, so that is no argument,” retorted Felicity, who knew more about cooking than about history, and evidently imagined that the Lady Jane Gray was one of Valeria’s titled heroines.
 
The wedding was a source of conversation among us in those days; but presently its interest for a time in the light of another quite tremendous happening. One Saturday night Peter’s mother called to take him home with her for Sunday. She had been working at Mr. James Frewen’s, and Mr. Frewen was driving her home. We had never seen Peter’s mother before, and we looked at her with curiosity. She was a plump, black-eyed little woman, neat as a pin, but with a rather tired and care-worn face that looked as if it should have been and jolly. Life had been a hard battle for her, and I rather think that her curly-headed little lad was all that had kept heart and spirit in her. Peter went home with her and returned Sunday evening. We were in the orchard sitting around the Pulpit Stone, where we had, according to the custom of the households of King, been learning our golden texts and memory verses for the next Sunday School lesson. Paddy, grown and handsome again, was sitting on the stone itself, washing his jowls.
 
Peter joined us with a very queer expression on his face. He seemed bursting with some news which he wanted to tell and yet hardly liked to.
 
“Why are you looking so mysterious, Peter?” demanded the Story Girl.
 
“What do you think has happened?” asked Peter solemnly.
 
“What has?”
 
“My father has come home,” answered Peter.
 
The announcement produced all the sensation he could have wished. We crowded around him in excitement.
 
“Peter! When did he come back?”
 
“Saturday night. He was there when ma and I got home. It give her an awful turn. I didn’t know him at first, of course.”
 
“Peter Craig, I believe you are glad your father has come back,” cried the Story Girl.
 
“‘Course I’m glad,” retorted Peter.
 
“And after you saying you didn’t want ever to see him again,” said Felicity.
 
“You just wait. You haven’t heard my story yet. I wouldn’t have been glad to see father if he’d come back the same as he went away. But he is a changed man. He happened to go into a meeting one night this spring and he got converted. And he’s come home to stay, and he says he’s never going to drink another drop, but he’s going to look after his family. Ma isn’t to do any more washing for nobody but him and me, and I’m not to be a hired boy any longer. He says I can stay with your Uncle Roger till the fall ‘cause I promised I would, but after that I’m to stay home and go to school right along and learn to be whatever I’d like to be. I tell you it made me feel queer. Everything seemed to be upset. But he gave ma forty dollars—every cent he had—so I guess he really is converted.”
 
“I hope it will last, I’m sure,” said Felicity. She did not say it nastily, however. We were all glad for Peter’s sake, though a little dizzy over the unexpectedness of it all.
 
“This is what I’D like to know,” said Peter. “How did Bowen know my father was coming home? Don’t you tell me she isn’t a witch after that.”
 
“And she knew about your Aunt Olivia’s wedding, too,” added Sara Ray.
 
“Oh, well, she likely heard that from some one. Grown up folks talk things over long before they tell them to children,” said Cecily.
 
“Well, she couldn’t have heard father was coming home from any one,” answered Peter. “He was converted up in Maine, where nobody knew him, and he never told a soul he was coming till he got here. No, you can believe what you like, but I’m satisfied at last that Peg is a witch and that of hers does tell her things. She told me father was coming home and he come!”
 
“How happy you must be,” sighed Sara Ray romantically. “It’s just like that story in the Family Guide, where the missing earl comes home to his family just as the Countess and Lady Violetta are going to be turned out by the cruel heir.”
 
Felicity .
 
“There’s some difference, I guess. The earl had been for years in a .”
 
Perhaps Peter’s father had too, if we but realized it—imprisoned in the dungeon of his own evil appetites and habits, than which none could be more loathsome. But a Power, than the forces of evil, had struck off his and led him back to his long-forfeited liberty and light. And no countess or lady of high degree could have welcomed a long-lost earl home more than the tired little washerwoman had welcomed the husband of her youth.
 
But in Peter’s of joy there was a fly or two. So very, very few things are flawless in this world, even on the golden road.
 
“Of course I’m awful glad that father has come back and that ma won’t have to wash any more,” he said with a sigh, “but there are two things that kind of worry me. My Aunt Jane always said that it didn’t do any good to worry, and I s’pose it don’t, but it’s kind of a relief.”
 
“What’s worrying you?” asked Felix.
 
“Well, for one thing I’ll feel awful bad to go away from you all. I’ll miss you just dreadful, and I won’t even be able to go to the same school. I’ll have to go to Markdale school.”
 
“But you must come and see us often,” said Felicity graciously. “Markdale isn’t so far away, and you could spend every other Saturday afternoon with us anyway.”
 
Peter’s black eyes filled with adoring .
 
“That’s so kind of you, Felicity. I’ll come as often as I can, of course; but it won’t be the same as being around with you all the time. The other thing is even worse. You see, it was a Methodist revival father got converted in, and so of course he joined the Methodist church. He wasn’t anything before. He used to say he was a Nothingarian and lived up to it—kind of like. But he’s a strong Methodist now, and is going to go to Markdale Methodist church and pay to the salary. Now what’ll he say when I tell him I’m a............
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