I 've no use for him . '' `` I hate him , too , '' said Felicity , agreeing with Dan for once in her life . `` He chews tobacco all the time and spits on the floor -- the horrid pig ! '' `` And yet his brother is an elder in the church , '' said Sara Ray wonderingly . `` I know a story about Isaac Frewen , '' said the Story Girl . `` When he was young he went by the name of Oatmeal Frewen and he got it this way . He was noted for doing outlandish things . He lived at Markdale then and he was a great , overgrown , awkward fellow , six feet tall . He drove over to Baywater one Saturday to visit his uncle there and came home the next afternoon , and although it was Sunday he brought a big bag of oatmeal in the wagon with him . When he came to Carlisle church he saw that service was going on there , and he concluded to stop and go in . But he did n't like to leave his oatmeal outside for fear something would happen to it , because there were always mischievous boys around , so he hoisted the bag on his back and walked into church with it and right to the top of the aisle to Grandfather King 's pew . Grandfather King used to say he would never forget it to his dying day . The minister was preaching and everything was quiet and solemn when he heard a snicker behind him . Grandfather King turned around with a terrible frown -- for you know in those days it was thought a dreadful thing to laugh in church -- to rebuke the offender ; and what did he see but that great , hulking young Isaac stalking up the aisle , bending a little forward under the weight of a big bag of oatmeal ? Grandfather King was so amazed he could n't laugh , but almost everyone else in the church was laughing , and grandfather said he never blamed them , for no funnier sight was ever seen . Young Isaac turned into grandfather 's pew and thumped the bag of oatmeal down on the seat with a thud that cracked it . Then he plumped down beside it , took off his hat , wiped his face , and settled back to listen to the sermon , just as if it was all a matter of course . When the service was over he hoisted his bag up again , marched out of church , and drove home . He could never understand why it made so much talk ; but he was known by the name of Oatmeal Frewen for years . '' Our laughter , as we separated , rang sweetly through the old orchard and across the far , dim meadows .
Felicity and Cecily went XXXXX the house and Sara Ray and the Story Girl went home , but Peter decoyed me into the granary to ask advice .
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