`` She 's getting worse all the time . What WILL she say next ? '' whispered poor Felicity . But her martyrdom was over at last . The minister appeared in the pulpit and Peg subsided into silence . She folded her bare , floury arms over her breast and fastened her black eyes on the young preacher . Her behaviour for the next half-hour was decorum itself , save that when the minister prayed that we might all be charitable in judgment Peg ejaculated `` Amen '' several times , loudly and forcibly , somewhat to the discomfiture of the Young man , to whom Peg was a stranger . He opened his eyes , glanced at our pew in a startled way , then collected himself and went on . Peg listened to the sermon , silently and motionlessly , until Mr. Davidson was half through . Then she suddenly got on her feet . `` This is too dull for me , '' she exclaimed . `` I want something more exciting . '' Mr. Davidson stopped short and Peg marched down the aisle in the midst of complete silence . Half way down the aisle she turned around and faced the minister . `` There are so many hypocrites in this church that it is n't fit for decent people to come to , '' she said . `` Rather than be such hypocrites as most of you are it would be better for you to go miles into the woods and commit suicide . '' Wheeling about , she strode to the door . Then she turned for a Parthian shot . `` I 've felt kind of worried for God sometimes , seeing He has so much to attend to , '' she said , `` but I see I need n't be , so long 's there 's plenty of ministers to tell Him what to do . '' With that Peg shook the dust of Carlisle church from her feet .
Poor Mr. XXXXX resumed his discourse .
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