This particular evening was particularly beautiful . It was cool after a hot day , and wheat fields all about us were ripening to their harvestry . The wind gossiped with the grasses along our way , and over them the buttercups danced , goldenly-glad . Waves of sinuous shadow went over the ripe hayfields , and plundering bees sang a freebooting lilt in wayside gardens . `` The world is so lovely tonight , '' said the Story Girl . `` I just hate the thought of going into the church and shutting all the sunlight and music outside . I wish we could have the service outside in summer . '' `` I do n't think that would be very religious , '' said Felicity . `` I 'd feel ever so much more religious outside than in , '' retorted the Story Girl . `` If the service was outside we 'd have to sit in the graveyard and that would n't be very cheerful , '' said Felix . `` Besides , the music is n't shut out , '' added Felicity . `` The choir is inside . '' '' ` Music has charms to soothe a savage breast , ' '' quoted Peter , who was getting into the habit of adorning his conversation with similar gems . `` That 's in one of Shakespeare 's plays . I 'm reading them now , since I got through with the Bible . They 're great . '' `` I do n't see when you get time to read them , '' said Felicity . `` Oh , I read them Sunday afternoons when I 'm home . '' `` I do n't believe they 're fit to read on Sundays , '' exclaimed Felicity . `` Mother says Valeria Montague 's stories ai n't . ''
`` But XXXXX 's different from Valeria , '' protested Peter .
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