Judy Pineau said if I rubbed them with toad-spit
it would take them away for sure. But how am I to get any toad-
spit?"
"It doesn't sound like a very nice remedy, anyhow," shuddered
Cecily. "I'd rather have the warts. But do you know, I believe
if you didn't cry so much over every little thing, you'd be ever
so much better looking. Crying spoils your eyes and makes the end
of your nose red."
"I can't help crying," protested Sara. "My feelings are so very
sensitive. I've given up trying to keep THAT resolution."
"Well, men don't like cry-babies," said Cecily sagely. Cecily had
a good deal of Mother Eve's wisdom tucked away in that smooth,
brown head of hers.
"Cecily, do you ever intend to be married?" asked Sara in a
confidential tone.
"Goodness!" cried Cecily, quite shocked. "It will be time enough
when I grow up to think of that, Sara."
"I should think you'd have to think of it now, with Cyrus Brisk as
crazy after you as he is."
"I wish Cyrus Brisk was at the bottom of the Red Sea," exclaimed
Cecily, goaded into a spurt of temper by mention of the detested
name.
"What has Cyrus been doing now?" asked Felicity, coming around the
corner of the hedge.
"Doing NOW! It's ALL the time. He just worries me to death,"
returned Cecily angrily.
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