But mice eat
bumble-bees and cats eat mice and old maids keep cats. So your
Uncle Roger says the more old maids the more cats, and the more
cats the fewer field-mice, and the fewer field-mice the more
bumble-bees, and the more bumble-bees the better clover crops."
"So don't worry if you do get to be old maids, girls," said Dan.
"Remember, you'll be helping the clover crops."
"I never heard such stuff as you boys talk," said Felicity, "and
Uncle Roger is no better."
"There comes the Story Girl," cried Cecily eagerly. "Now we'll
hear all about Beautiful Alice's home."
The Story Girl was bombarded with eager questions as soon as she
arrived. Miss Reade's home was a dream of a place, it appeared.
The house was just covered with ivy and there was a most
delightful old garden--"and," added the Story Girl, with the joy
of a connoisseur who has found a rare gem, "the sweetest little
story connected with it. And I saw the hero of the story too."
"Where was the heroine?" queried Cecily.
"She is dead."
"Oh, of course she'd have to die," exclaimed Dan in disgust. "I'd
like a story where somebody lived once in awhile."
"I've told you heaps of stories where people lived," retorted the
Story Girl. "If this heroine hadn't died there wouldn't have been
any story.
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