The Story Girl made no response . Peter sidled up to her . `` I 'm awful sorry , '' he said contritely . `` I never meant to laugh . It just happened before I could stop myself . It was this way -- '' `` Do n't you ever speak to me again , '' said the Story Girl , in a tone of cold concentrated fury . `` Go and be a Methodist , or a Mohammedan , or ANYTHING ! I do n't care what you are ! You have HUMILIATED me ! '' She marched off with Sara Ray , and Peter dropped back to us with a frightened face . `` What is it I 've done to her ? '' he whispered . `` What does that big word mean ? '' `` Oh , never mind , '' I said crossly -- for I felt that Peter HAD disgraced us -- `` She 's just mad -- and no wonder . Whatever made you act so crazy , Peter ? '' `` Well , I did n't mean to . And I wanted to laugh twice before that and DID N'T . It was the Story Girl 's stories made me want to laugh , so I do n't think it 's fair for her to be mad at me . She had n't ought to tell me stories about people if she do n't want me to laugh when I see them . When I looked at Samuel Ward I thought of him getting up in meeting one night , and praying that he might be guided in his upsetting and downrising .
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