But Cecily was such a darling that we did not mind
her lack of a sense of humour.
"It's kind of mean to tell stories like that about people who are
dead," said Felicity.
"Sometimes it's safer than when they're alive though, sweetheart,"
commented Dan.
We had our expected good dinner at Cousin Mattie's--may it be
counted unto her for righteousness. She and her sisters-in-law,
Miss Louisa Jane and Miss Caroline, were very kind to us. We had
quite a nice time, although I understood why Dan objected to them
when they patted us all on the head and told us whom we resembled
and gave us peppermint lozenges.
CHAPTER VIII
WE VISIT PEG BOWEN
We left Cousin Mattie's early, for it still looked like a storm,
though no more so than it had in the morning. We intended to go
home by a different path--one leading through cleared land
overgrown with scrub maple, which had the advantage of being
farther away from Peg Bowen's house. We hoped to be home before
it began to storm, but we had hardly reached the hill above the
village when a fine, driving snow began to fall. It would have
been wiser to have turned back even then; but we had already come
a mile and we thought we would have ample time to reach home
before it became really bad.
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