"Well, all Lawn children are in two sides for games and everything. Leagues means that. If your father and mother go to Church, you belong to the Church League, if they go to Chapel, you belong to the Chapel League."
"I see." Secular distinction based on religious ones was a principle I understood.
"Yes, but you're not one or the other. Brethren aren't Church, are they? And they aren't really Chapel."
"You're a Brethren too."
"Not like you are. Mother goes to the Bible Christian Chapel, and father really belongs there too, for all he goes to your meeting. So I count as Chapel."
"What do Papists count as?"
"There aren't any. If there were any and if they were allowed to go about, they'd be like you, neither one thing nor the other."
"Like me indeed! Papists like Brethren! Saints like sinners!"
"Not really, not like that; Brethren are more like Chapel, I know. Besides I want you to belong to our League, but—Joe Jones says you're not to. There's a meeting about it tomorrow. All our rules and sports and everything are decided at the meeting we have—not like Brethren meetings—usually up at the top of the bank, near the big poplar. Joe Jones sits on the wall, and he's our president. I'll let you know what happens about you afterwards. Till then I don't think you'd better play with us. I don't mind, but the others say you'd better not. If Joe Jones caught you! I don't like Joe Jones,—don't you ever whisper that, it's a terrible secret—but he doesn't like you, and he's the top dog."