“Una is the only one of US who really likes praying,” said Faith pensively.
“Well, if praying scandalizes people so much we mustn’t do it any more,” sighed Una.
“Shucks, you can pray all you want to, only not in the graveyard—and don’t make a game of it. That was what made it so bad—that, and having a tea-party on the tombstones.”
“Well, a soap-bubble party then. You had SOMETHING. The over-harbour people swear you had a tea-party, but I’m willing to take your word. And you used this tombstone as a table.”