"
"What is a personality? Is it another word for ghost?" asked Peter.
"No," said the Story Girl shortly. "I can't stop in a story to
explain words."
"I don't believe you know what it is yourself," said Felicity.
The Story Girl picked up her hat, which she had thrown down on the
grass, and placed it defiantly on her brown curls.
"I'm going in," she announced. "I have to help Aunt Olivia ice a
cake tonight, and you all seem more interested in dictionaries
than stories."
"That's not fair," I exclaimed. "Dan and Felix and Sara Ray and
Cecily and I have never said a word. It's mean to punish us for
what Peter and Felicity did. We want to hear the rest of the
story. Never mind what a personality is but go on--and, Peter,
you young ass, keep still."
"I only wanted to know," muttered Peter sulkily.
"I DO know what personality is, but it's hard to explain," said
the Story Girl, relenting. "It's what makes you different from
Dan, Peter, and me different from Felicity or Cecily. Miss
Reade's Aunt Una had a personality that was very uncommon. And
she was beautiful, too, with white skin and night-black eyes and
hair--a 'moonlight beauty,' Miss Reade called it. She used to
keep a kind of a diary, and Miss Reade's mother used to read parts
of it to her.
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