`` Do n't talk such nonsense , Cecily , '' cried the Story Girl with unwonted sharpness , a sharpness we all understood . All of us , in our hearts , though we never spoke of it to each other , thought Cecily was not as well as she ought to be that spring , and we hated to hear anything said which seemed in any way to touch or acknowledge the tiny , faint shadow which now and again showed itself dimly athwart our sunshine . `` Well , it was you began talking of being dead , '' said Felicity angrily . `` I do n't think it 's right to talk of such things . Cecily , are you sure your feet ai n't damp ? We ought to go in anyhow -- it 's too chilly out here for you . '' `` You girls had better go , '' said Dan , `` but I ai n't going in till old Isaac Frewen goes . 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 XXXXX 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 ?
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