Your
Cousin Myra broke the bottle her tooth-powder was in when she was
here last winter and I gave her that old can to keep it in. She
forgot to take it when she went away and I put it on that top
shelf. I declare you must all have been bewitched yesterday."
Poor, poor Felicity! If she had not always been so horribly vain
over her cooking and so scornfully contemptuous of other people's
aspirations and mistakes along that line, I could have found it in
my heart to pity her.
The Story Girl would have been more than human if she had not
betrayed a little triumphant amusement, but Peter stood up for his
lady manfully.
"The rusks were splendid, anyhow, so what difference does it make
what they were raised with?"
Dan, however, began to taunt Felicity with her tooth-powder rusks,
and kept it up for the rest of his natural life.
"Don't forget to send the Governor's wife the recipe for them," he
said.
Felicity, with eyes tearful and cheeks crimson from mortification,
rushed from the room, but never, never did the Governor's wife get
the recipe for those rusks.
CHAPTER VII
WE VISIT COUSIN MATTIE'S
One Saturday in March we walked over to Baywater, for a long-
talked-of visit to Cousin Mattie Dilke. By the road, Baywater was
six miles away, but there was a short cut across hills and fields
and woods which was scantly three.
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