ANNE OF GREEN GABLES COUNTRY 195

In the good old days when Princetown was expected to live up to its reputation as a town, a log church was built down near the point. That was fine for the people of that immediate neighbourhood, but for others who lived farther away, it was not so convenient.

Came the day when a new church was to replace the old. Came a time of argument and dissension. Those at the point wanted the church built there. Others wanted the church built at the quarry about five miles distant.

Those at the point won—temporarily. Up went the church framework.

Came a dark night!

The church was hastily loaded. There was a cracking of whips, a sense of Victory, and the new church was off down the road. Meanwhile, the people of Princetown slumbered blissfully on, uncon- scious that their church was being taken for a ride.

Halfway to the quarry, the church compromised. It got stuck.

There it still is to—day, the Princetown United Church.

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