"Hasn't it just been an awful experience?"
"We might all have been found frozen stark and stiff this
morning," remarked the Story Girl with apparent relish.
"I tell you, it was a lucky thing we got to Peg Bowen's," said
Dan.
"Miss Marwood says there is no such thing as luck," protested
Cecily. "We ought to say it was Providence instead."
"Well, Peg and Providence don't seem to go together very well,
somehow," retorted Dan. "If Peg is a witch it must be the Other
One she's in co. with."
"Dan, it's getting to be simply scandalous the way you talk," said
Felicity. "I just wish ma could hear you."
"Is soap in porridge any worse than tooth-powder in rusks, lovely
creature?" asked Dan.
"Dan, Dan," admonished Cecily, between her coughs, "remember it's
Sunday."
"It seems hard to remember that," said Peter. "It doesn't seem a
mite like Sunday and it seems awful long since yesterday."
"Cecily, you've got a dreadful cold," said the Story Girl
anxiously.
"In spite of Peg's ginger tea," added Felix.
"Oh, that ginger tea was AWFUL," exclaimed poor Cecily. "I
thought I'd never get it down--it was so hot with ginger--and
there was so much of it! But I was so frightened of offending Peg
I'd have tried to drink it all if there had been a bucketful.
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