Part 38 (1/2)

But, if we could not pa.s.s the ordeal, we got any amount of fun out of it, at least. Evening after evening the orchard re-echoed to our peals of laughter.

”Bless the children,” said Uncle Alec, as he carried the milk pails across the yard. ”Nothing can quench their spirits for long.”

CHAPTER XXVII. THE ORDEAL OF BITTER APPLES

I could never understand why Felix took Peter's success in the Ordeal of Bitter Apples so much to heart. He had not felt very keenly over the matter of the sermons, and certainly the mere fact that Peter could eat sour apples without making faces did not cast any reflection on the honour or ability of the other compet.i.tors. But to Felix everything suddenly became flat, stale, and unprofitable, because Peter continued to hold the champions.h.i.+p of bitter apples. It haunted his waking hours and obsessed his nights. I heard him talking in his sleep about it. If anything could have made him thin the way he worried over this matter would have done it.

For myself, I cared not a groat. I had wished to be successful in the sermon contest, and felt sore whenever I thought of my failure. But I had no burning desire to eat sour apples without grimacing, and I did not sympathize over and above with my brother. When, however, he took to praying about it, I realized how deeply he felt on the subject, and hoped he would be successful.

Felix prayed earnestly that he might be enabled to eat a bitter apple without making a face. And when he had prayed three nights after this manner, he contrived to eat a bitter apple without a grimace until he came to the last bite, which proved too much for him. But Felix was vastly encouraged.

”Another prayer or two, and I'll be able to eat a whole one,” he said jubilantly.

But this devoutly desired consummation did not come to pa.s.s. In spite of prayers and heroic attempts, Felix could never get beyond that last bite. Not even faith and works in combination could avail. For a time he could not understand this. But he thought the mystery was solved when Cecily came to him one day and told him that Peter was praying against him.

”He's praying that you'll never be able to eat a bitter apple without making a face,” she said. ”He told Felicity and Felicity told me. She said she thought it was real cute of him. I think that is a dreadful way to talk about praying and I told her so. She wanted me to promise not to tell you, but I wouldn't promise, because I think it's fair for you to know what is going on.”

Felix was very indignant--and aggrieved as well.

”I don't see why G.o.d should answer Peter's prayers instead of mine,” he said bitterly. ”I've gone to church and Sunday School all my life, and Peter never went till this summer. It isn't fair.”

”Oh, Felix, don't talk like that,” said Cecily, shocked. ”G.o.d MUST be fair. I'll tell you what I believe is the reason. Peter prays three times a day regular--in the morning and at dinner time and at night--and besides that, any time through the day when he happens to think of it, he just prays, standing up. Did you ever hear of such goings-on?”

”Well, he's got to stop praying against me, anyhow,” said Felix resolutely. ”I won't put up with it, and I'll go and tell him so right off.”

Felix marched over to Uncle Roger's, and we trailed after, scenting a scene. We found Peter sh.e.l.ling beans in the granary, and whistling cheerily, as with a conscience void of offence towards all men.

”Look here, Peter,” said Felix ominously, ”they tell me that you've been praying right along that I couldn't eat a bitter apple. Now, I tell you--”

”I never did!” exclaimed Peter indignantly. ”I never mentioned your name. I never prayed that you couldn't eat a bitter apple. I just prayed that I'd be the only one that could.”

”Well, that's the same thing,” cried Felix. ”You've just been praying for the opposite to me out of spite. And you've got to stop it, Peter Craig.”

”Well, I just guess I won't,” said Peter angrily. ”I've just as good a right to pray for what I want as you, Felix King, even if you was brought up in Toronto. I s'pose you think a hired boy hasn't any business to pray for particular things, but I'll show you. I'll just pray for what I please, and I'd like to see you try and stop me.”

”You'll have to fight me, if you keep on praying against me,” said Felix.

The girls gasped; but Dan and I were jubilant, snuffing battle afar off.

”All right. I can fight as well as pray.”

”Oh, don't fight,” implored Cecily. ”I think it would be dreadful.

Surely you can arrange it some other way. Let's all give up the Ordeal, anyway. There isn't much fun in it. And then neither of you need pray about it.”

”I don't want to give up the Ordeal,” said Felix, ”and I won't.”

”Oh, well, surely you can settle it some way without fighting,”

persisted Cecily.