Miss Marwood was Felix’ Sunday School teacher and he was very fond of her. But by this time Felix was quite reckless.
“I don’t care what she would say,” he retorted.
Felicity tried another tack.
“You’ll be sure to get whipped if you fight with Peter,” she said. “You’re too fat to fight.”
After that, no moral force on earth could have prevented Felix from fighting. He would have faced an army with banners.
“You might settle it by drawing lots,” said Cecily desperately.
“Drawing lots is wickeder that fighting,” said Dan. “It’s a kind of gambling.”
“What would Aunt Jane say if she knew you were going to fight?” Cecily demanded of Peter.
“Don’t you drag my Aunt Jane into this affair,” said Peter darkly.
“You said you were going to be a Presbyterian,” persisted Cecily. “Good Presbyterians don’t fight.”