`` It is n't a bit of difference which you are , '' pleaded the Story Girl . `` They both go to heaven . '' `` But one way must be easier or better than the other , or else they 'd all be one kind , '' argued Peter . `` I want to find the easiest way . And I 've got a hankering after the Methodists . My Aunt Jane was a Methodist . '' `` Is n't she one still ? '' asked Felicity pertly . `` Well , I do n't know exactly . She 's dead , '' said Peter rebukingly . `` Do people go on being just the same after they 're dead ? '' `` No , of course not . They 're angels then -- not Methodists or anything , but just angels . That is , if they go to heaven . '' `` S'posen they went to the other place ? '' But Felicity 's theology broke down at this point . She turned her back on Peter and walked disdainfully away . The Story Girl returned to the main point with a new argument . `` We have such a lovely minister , Peter . He looks just like the picture of St. John my father sent me , only he is old and his hair is white .
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