“She’s gone clean crazy,” said Peter, coming down out of his pulpit with a very pale face.
“You’ve frightened her crazy with your dreadful sermon,” said Felicity indignantly.
She and Cecily each took Sara by an arm and, half leading, half carrying, got her out of the orchard and up to the house. The rest of us looked at each other in terrified questioning.
“You’ve made rather too much of an impression, Peter,” said the Story Girl miserably.
“She needn’t have got so scared. If she’d only waited for the third head I’d have showed her how easy it was to get clear of going to the bad place and go to heaven instead. But you girls are always in such a hurry,” said Peter bitterly.
“Do you s’pose they’ll have to take her to the asylum?” said Dan in a whisper.
“Hush, here’s your father,” said Felix.
Uncle Alec came striding down the orchard. We had never before seen Uncle Alec angry. But there was no doubt that he was very angry. His blue eyes fairly blazed at us as he said,
“What have you been doing to frighten Sara Ray into such a condition?”
“We—we were just having a sermon contest,” explained the Story Girl tremulously. “And Peter preached about the bad place, and it frightened Sara. That is all, Uncle Alec.”