But you see people had no etiquette departments
in those days. And when the red sunlight of a fair October dawn
was shining over the gray sea The Fair Lady sailed out of
Charlottetown harbour. On her deck stood Kenneth and Ursula
MacNair, and in her hand, as a most precious treasure, the bride
carried a ball of gray homespun yarn."
"Well," said Dan, yawning, "I like that kind of a story. Nobody
goes and dies in it, that's one good thing."
"Did old Hugh forgive Ursula?" I asked.
"The story stopped there in the brown book," said the Story Girl,
"but the Awkward Man says he did, after awhile."
"It must be rather romantic to be run away with," remarked Cecily,
wistfully.
"Don't you get such silly notions in your head, Cecily King," said
Felicity, severely.
CHAPTER III
THE CHRISTMAS HARP
Great was the excitement in the houses of King as Christmas drew
nigh. The air was simply charged with secrets. Everybody was
very penurious for weeks beforehand and hoards were counted
scrutinizingly every day. Mysterious pieces of handiwork were
smuggled in and out of sight, and whispered consultations were
held, about which nobody thought of being jealous, as might have
happened at any other time. Felicity was in her element, for she
and her mother were deep in preparations for the day.
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