"The Story Girl always likes
to make so much out of so little. Anyhow, I don't believe Miss
Reade is going to be married. She hasn't any beaus around here
and Mrs. Armstrong says she's sure she doesn't correspond with
anybody. Besides, if she was she wouldn't be likely to tell the
Story Girl."
"Oh, she might. They're such friends, you know," said Cecily.
"Miss Reade is no better friends with her than she is with me and
you," retorted Felicity.
"No, but sometimes it seems to me that she's a different kind of
friend with the Story Girl than she is with me and you," reflected
Cecily. "I can't just explain what I mean."
"No wonder. Such nonsense," sniffed Felicity. "It's only some
girl's secret, anyway," said Dan, loftily. "I don't feel much
interest in it."
But he was on hand with the rest of us that evening, interest or
no interest, in Uncle Stephen's Walk, where the ripening apples
were beginning to glow like jewels among the boughs.
"Now, are you going to tell us your news?" asked Felicity impatiently.
"Miss Reade IS going to be married," said the Story Girl. "She
told me so last night. She is going to be married in a
fortnight's time."
"Who to?" exclaimed the girls.
"To"--the Story Girl threw a defiant glance at me as if to say,
"You can't spoil the surprise of THIS, anyway,"--"to--the Awkward Man.
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