Her eyes were very
bright and excited. She looked as if she had not slept a great
deal. She had spent the previous evening with Miss Reade and had
not returned until the rest of us were in bed. Miss Reade had
finished giving music lessons and was going home in a few days.
Cecily and Felicity were in despair over this and mourned as those
without comfort. But the Story Girl, who had been even more
devoted to Miss Reade than either of them, had not, as I noticed,
expressed any regret and seemed to be very cheerful over the whole
matter.
"Why can't you tell it now?" asked Felicity.
"Because the evening is the nicest time to tell things in. I only
mentioned it now so that you would have something interesting to
look forward to all day."
"Is it about Miss Reade?" asked Cecily.
"Never mind."
"I'll bet she's going to be married," I exclaimed, remembering the ring.
"Is she?" cried Felicity and Cecily together.
The Story Girl threw an annoyed glance at me. She did not like to
have her dramatic announcements forestalled.
"I don't say that it is about Miss Reade or that it isn't. You
must just wait till the evening."
"I wonder what it is," speculated Cecily, as the Story Girl left
the room.
"I don't believe it's much of anything," said Felicity, beginning
to clear away the breakfast dishes.
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